Rainald Grebe in the Wuhlheide: mortification of the West – Tagesspiegel

13:24 clock From Gunda Bartels

Rainald Grebe and the orchestra of reconciliation gave in Berlin Wuhlheide a colorful interactive evening.

The representatives of the people makes it right. A quick eat a sausage. The evening is long, fresh and moist. At a sausage stand at the entrance to the Wuhlheide open-air stage is Jürgen Trittin, the paper plate in hand. The part appears’s also one of the supporters of Rainald Grebe, who want to see four years after its dollen forest stage show “Hallelujah Berlin” as the top Indian of German music cabarets now in the east of the city beats in the open air.

Inside runs at six-thirty already the Amüsierbetrieb. Similar to the Waldbühne concert with athletes and choirs, who was born in Cologne in 1971 Ostler the heart of Wuhlheide reminiscences of the World Festival of Youth 1973, promised. So suggests the Berliner Turnerschaft in red shirts somersaults on blue mats. A Roman-Garde from Leipzig wearing a diminutive announcer purely on a palanquin. One-person delegations from all over the world speak greetings, plays the brass band, a choir sings Berlin songs and a musician calls “Hello Waldbühne, uh, Wuhlheide! Hello East Berlin! Now comes what in Russian that you can but all! “

Well, Wuhlheide, Waldbühne, two lifts and an idea, because you can easily get confused. Grebe is that to offensive. In the West, he rode to Martin Böttcher Winnetou melody on a stubborn mildew in the Arena, to the east is a petulant camel tuned. “Do you want me? Did you block me? “Shouts Rainald, the limelight. Ten thousand throats respond: “Yes!” And be facing north on the collective. That was indeed here no socio-cultural center, but a stadium, calls Grebe. “I sing in front of you sing to” work right away as a one. Especially the borrowed from the old forester Fanblock of iron union bawls cheerfully with

The central question. What is folk music today

And then make Grebe and the brilliant orchestra? reconciliation first musical with two new numbers print – “historic” and “Orient and Occident”. What the comedian then also is the same in the pressing questions of the evening. First: What is folk music, which is the popular song today? Second: What is the West? The sung about “The West is so often lost / why it comes up again and again?” Is entitled. As has become pun nonsense reflection occurs on the World Refugee Day to Mustapha. Incorrect Arabs from Leipzig, the “Pegida, Pegida” sings oriental Melodiearabesken.

Star Guest Gotthilf Fischer ensures a goosebumps moment

The disgusted Springteufel Grebe, who in Arena format sings, kalauert, grimacing, hampelt, caresses or then bites but with the phrase “That’s too Arabic, I need structure” of the stage. He lets the brass band going, asks you to clap along and wants to sing folk songs. From the Linde front of his father’s house, the clattering mill by the rushing stream you go seamlessly to lines like “Dear God, make me dumb that I do not come to Dachau.”

lulled scare, were beginning , chop, asking not answer, times and times GAGA Yawn happening with human and puppet, which is grotesquely brilliant Grebe style. The works also outside. Inside, however, he is – as two years ago at the Admiralspalast at the premiere of the “Berlin Republic” – concise and political. Nevertheless star guest Gotthilf Fischer, who once was on the death list of the RAF, first asked: “Is it true that Gudrun Ensslin has sung with you in the Fischer choirs?” As the aged golden boy then a Arena karaoke from “high on the yellow car “and especially” The moon has risen “conduct that is finally a not ironic goosebumps moment.

The” Moon “is right at the end of the show by 23 clock also nice the previous under the cabaret opera singer Thomas Quasthoff at that as well as the Dresdner Comedian Olaf Schubert belongs to large Grebe Circus 2015. Almost as a lullaby that follows Rainald Grebe has become a folk song Brandenburg anthem. A warm end of a musical and comedic little surprising, but righteous colorful evening. Contribute, laugh with him, can recognize themselves and feel at home, that’s what folk music. But – most importantly – for Mitweinen. As in Grebes melancholy youth ballad “Captain crumbs”. The song is a dark pearl whose gleam loosely extends to the güldnen Sternlein.