Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s true: after 20+ years of adulation, I’m finally getting my chance to see Nina Hagen perform live.
Nina, in case I don’t get to meet you backstage tonight–although my friend who’s producing the damn thing has more or less assured me that he’ll introduce us if I, you know, perform a, um, favor for him–let me just say that I’m a huge fan. And all that stuff I said about your penchant for clairvoyant space aliens? I take it back. Well, kinda. I mean, it’s a little kooky–and not in the healthy, eccentric, Diana Vreeland way. But whatever: if you wanna run your own psychic UFO hotline, that’s your freaking Geschäft, I suppose. Boogie on down to the beat of your own drum machine, that’s what I say.
On a related note, your web designer must be shot. Or perhaps defenestrated? Drawn and quartered? Tarred and feathered? Well, you’re German–I’m sure you’ll think of something….
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