Lennart Schilgen

Being constantly available is a thing of the past. Lennart Schilgen is back with his third program - and is conspicuous by his absence. When he's not giving concerts and winning cabaret awards (Prix Pantheon, Stuttgarter Besen, etc.), he does one thing above all: he gets away. Among other things, he goes on a bike tour, to a monastery and to a communist summer camp. Or just into the depths of his thoughts, which is often adventurous enough.

The result is songs about the detours and detour in the world and in his own head. Full of lightness and humor, but also unafraid to explore the dark corners. This time, some of the things that have been swept under the carpet for years are brought out: The old PUR cassette. The primary school reports. The thing with the night bus stop. Fortunately, Schilgen leads us safely over every abyss - carried by his accomplished piano and guitar playing, his voice and his "alert mind, with heart and humor and sly punchlines" (laudation for the 'Tuttlinger Krähe').

And if all else fails, there are always the poems: small, linguistic wonder bags, deeply silly, highly artistic. The recently published "Collected Works" are already something of a bestseller by the standards of poetry volumes. Any questions? Then you are welcome to write him an e-mail at any time. He just doesn't answer. So: it's best to just come directly to the concert.

Lennart Schilgen writes songs that tell stories. Mostly about what he fails at: making decisions. Impressing girls around the campfire. Abolishing capitalism. But he always succeeds in wresting unheard facets from the "guy with a guitar" concept. Musically adept, he plays with genre traditions and jumps casually between styles and moods: Sometimes Beatlesque pop, sometimes a tightly marching protest anthem, sometimes a "Reinhard Mey parody to kneel down to" (Mannheimer Morgen). He has received numerous awards for his "sparkling linguistic artistry" (AZ), including the "Prix Pantheon". Of course, he knows that prizes don't necessarily say anything about quality. But when he wins them himself, he can overlook this surprisingly well.

Picture: Marvin Ruppert