A few weeks ago Teen and myself get gussied up to be show-stoppers, knock back some drinks with the hoi polloi and let ‘em luxuriate in our savoir-vivre while ranting about all the world and his brother. But because Teen can’t handle alcohol, one beer puts him under the table, I had to represent the crew on the floor on my own. Well, to be honest - I put some beer into Teen’s beer to get the chance of showing my new jumping jack moves and being in the limelight single-handedly.
If you ever wanted to view a supernova - this night was the golden opportunity for you. Not really because of my glorious dancing, but rather of Mitropamusik on the stage, behind the mic, at the tables, his laptop and sundry other noice making tools, behind the bar serving cocktails to the audience, drinking his self-made cocktails, talking to everybody, giving dance lessons to everybody, switching his outfit four times just to take the first one again, playing chess versus himself and selling his CD’s at the entry - and all this at the same time and without any delay. Never seen someone such high energetic on the stage like this boy before.
Mitropamusik breaks the bounds of various genres and reassemble ‘em into his own style full of vibranting alternation. He’s singing, in my native language German, about the swayings of our fast life, about love, desire, dreams, doubts and simply about all the weeny odds and ends of everydays life and snatches all this into a fine mixture of heart touching and propulsive songs.
My car stereo even refuses to spit his CD back to me and if you also like what you hear, you can get Mitropamusik’s latest record “Im Land Der Staedte” right here or at PoorDog. Nothing left to say.
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