Sebastian Krämer

In case a door unexpectedly opens in life, make sure to check ahead of time where the handles and hinges are! For example, if it opens vertically right where you were just standing or sitting, that saves you from having to step through it: it just glides open!
Have you noticed that there’s also a trapdoor hidden in the stage floor of the SPIELSTÄTTE? And an even smaller one under every single seat in the auditorium?
Or is it Sebastian Krämer’s new songs that, as a special feature, already have the mobile trapdoor built in?
It won’t always open during the performance. In that case, you should take it home with you like a homework assignment—perhaps stowing it under your bed to save space—and then suddenly, in the middle of the night while you’re asleep: Bam!

Because it’s not just Krämer’s audacity that knows no bounds. Over the abysses of devotion, horror, or grief, he carefully spreads his ornate musical tapestries—including the occasional bathroom rug or red velvet (though we should be increasingly interested in what lurks beneath rather than what pompous beauty is preparing to glide across it).
The only thing stated openly is the heartfelt invitation to think, sway, or do both at once. By then, everyone’s already in the swing of things when it’s time to head downhill...

“No one infuses his chansons with such morbidity, charm, and above all, top-notch, sly humor.” Kurt Krömer

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