Fittingly, Fischer has chosen a theatre stage as the setting for the presentation of his first solo album - because life is theatre enough anyway, he takes it straight onto the creaking boards, into his world with him. His life and yours, which will blur at some point anyway, when he sings for you and plays with you. And what is it about in theatre as in life?
It's about freedom or death. And love, of course. It's always about everything with Franz Fischer. Handmade entertainment art - songs about´s asshole, stories about life and life beside it - and Goethe is of course in the game, on the prairie, hüha. Fischer serves no particular genre, touches every single one then somehow, somewhere. As an entertainer, he makes you laugh at one thing, because´s just good for you. As a songwriter, gives pause to the other when singing about the dead friend everyone has. And in the end, he lets you in on his shallows, bows low, rejoices because he does love you so much (even if´s not always easy) and says thank you. With a song of course.
