Sebastian Krämer - Liebeslieder an deine Tante

In the organizer's words:

I think of your aunt, / I don't know when I've ever burned like this. / Is not usually my way, / is because of
Hildegard ...
How Sebastian Krämer knows your aunt is a good question. And if he knows her, why he dedicates love songs to her of all things, perhaps an even better one. You don't have an aunt at all? Or has she recently passed away? Well, that would at least explain the despair that speaks from some of these pieces, the helplessness, the melancholy. Or the abstruse humor that Krämer doesn't seem to plan,
which comes upon us like fate when we no longer thought it possible. These chansons do not want to "encourage" us, they have no slogans or even recommendations for shaping a better world. We are not dealing here with purposeful criticism of existing conditions. But rather an attempt to track down and release the carefully packaged pain in the listener, because it is one of the few things that still shows them their own vitality in the midst of their own personal zombie apocalypse. The bizarre beauty of Krämer's verses and harmonies
and harmonies is in league with that pain. And with your aunt ...