When you’ve moved from a small town to a bigger town and you’ve lived there for a while without spending much time in your former residence, returning can come as quite a shock if you’re not careful. We’d had this idea to take our friends out to the Krauthof in Ludwigsburg, and last night was to be the night. When we got there, we found out that the place has been quite extensively remodeled from the outside, and that the third annual Hoffest was happening that very evening. Not in the mood for wurst, though, we had our dinner inside. As we dined in the wintergarden, we were able to enjoy some free musical entertainment from the two man group playing at the birthday party in the adjacent dining room. Although at first glance the duo appeared like any other German party entertainment, which is to say, two elderly men in some kind of tracht, it soon turned out that their repertoire was very eclectic. I cannot say for sure if they were any good or not, but I was impressed with the variety and felt badly that they so obviously were unable to alleviate the boredom that inevitably settles over a party where the birthday child has far exceeded, let’s say, 30.
Curious about the Hoffest, we took a walk around outside. Here, too, was a band, three guys and a woman singing, loudly but unimpressively. This unnamed band had a good repertoire, as well, except musically, they simply sucked. Ironically, they played in front of a huge banner proclaiming “Best of Ludwigsburg” in bold letters. For those of us who enjoy an occasional razzfest, however, the pickings were anything but slim. I don’t know where these people were for those years I lived out there, but it seemed as if every dorf idiot within the greater Ludwigsburg area had attempted to dress particularly badly for the occasion. One younger guy -roughly three and a half sheets to the wind- managed to get himself removed after he fell over backwards while sitting on a bench. We stayed until after the band had mangled the Doobie Brothers, then made our escape.
In the car, silliness broke out as the Doors accompanied us on the ride home. Unfortunately, some things cannot possibly described in a way to make them enjoyable to someone who wasn’t physically present, so I won’t even try. Let’s just say, we were still laughing this morning.
Anke returned home in time to see Germany take top honors at the Eurovision Song Contest, a feat last accomplished in 1982 when young Nicole and her guitar melted hearts all around the world with “Ein bisschen Frieden”. Lena didn’t sing about peace, but apparently struck a chord, nonetheless. And now, we are Lena!
Amidst all this, the death of Dennis Hopper from prostate cancer at the age of 74 nearly appeared as a footnote.
More about the Krauthof and its excellent food
Years later, the Doors still have a homepage
All about the Eurovision Song Contest
Homepage of Lena Meyer-Landrut
Extensive article on Dennis Hopper and his works on Welt (German)