Wildcard: Gratkowski, Xu, Kiedaisch

Here Fengxia would have to confront another extrovert (plus a set of percussion, which if provoked might break into severe noise any moment). What could possibly be the result. Outright mayhem? But yes! Detailed, triumphant mayhem! There’s really not many words one could fold around the fact, it was just a delight to witness.

It’s been a delight of the whole festival, anyway, to see the freedom of everyone involved. Switching instruments or breaking into song. Make that severe vocal cord violations. The freedom to suddenly fall into a groove in midst of an improv take on things. The freedom to fall asleep on stage or, at the opposite, walk the table (I guess Frank sort of did that today, no?) “Einen kleinen noch,” he said (let’s just have another little one), before the three of them decided to push the energy bar even higher.

Exhilarating finish to the festival. I’ll say goodbye to everyone tomorrow. 

Greetings! Lutz