Madonna is a decent guitarist

: Pleasure in suffering


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The two girls who are supposed to perform after him don't even dare to go on stage: Because even at the first step, women are traditionally asked to "undress, undress!" welcomed. When Udo Werner calls on the girls, the Offenbach girl with her own compositions and the student from Wesseling with her Madonna songs have disappeared without a trace. It's not unusual. In every talent test, performers throw in the towel before their performance - only a few have the nerve to break off the lecture with the words "Pearls before swine".

Even the professional musicians of the backing band, who are recruited from big bands and musical groups, dance combos and rock groups for each appearance, shake their heads. The bassist, who has just finished his music studies and is looking for an engagement in a symphony orchestra, is there for the first time - maybe for the last time; he finds it "disgusting". The drummer hits the drums for the second time. Sometimes, he says, the noise is so great that he cannot hear the other instruments at all. "It's not a concert here," agrees the guitarist, "it's like on the football field." But the job at Udo Werner is popular among musicians, the city pays decently.

A participant from Düsseldorf waived the help of the accompanying band that evening and sat down with her guitar in front of the microphone. "Firstly, I sing in German, secondly, I sing against nuclear missiles." Thirdly, the fact that she also sings for her child is drowned out in the din. But the committed housewife and artist does not give up yet. "I only sing when there is silence here," she yells into the audience before finally attempting a sit-in. After a few minutes, Udo Werner steps in. "Don't make yourself miserable, young woman." This request seems to give her support, at least she says: "Then I'll just sing twice so that you can understand the lyrics." Furious, she hurls her homemade protest songs out of her cover behind the guitar; she renounces repetition.

But suddenly the miracle: A fourteen-year-old Italian from Mönchengladbach - "the first one today who can sing," commented a musician during the rehearsal - calms the hostile auditorium. A little Madonna, a little Michael Jackson, the cheers in the right places and in the right pitch - the loudest stand still, many swaying their hips. Encore!

But there are also others who don't get whistled: a group of drunk Dutchmen, for example. They master their instruments with difficulty, but half a dozen drums guarantee the beat: "Mer losse d’r Dom in Kölle", thousands roar along. Four guys from Cologne hit the same line. They force the backing band to play hits from the punk band "Die Toten Hosen" and immediately grab the microphones. Kind of a highlight of the evening.

The singing carpenter is now standing next to the stage and is ready for interviews. Despite his artistic slump at the Tanzbrunnen in Cologne, he hopes for a show career. His next goal is an appearance at Rudi Carrell.