Last night
my Bavarian Sysop took me to a
German Kabarett bar in
Munich where he played the piano. We arrived late, and I was hungry so I had a
pils and a
sauerbraten in the restaurant and missed his first
set.
After I had eaten, I went into the
Kabarett and took a seat in a
dark corner and lit a
P&S. I was quite surprised that
he played the piano at all, and I was especially surprised that he played
ragtime and
jazz. He sat in front of the
grand piano, then closed his eyes and
jiggled when he began to play. Then he opened his eyes to
look at the band. He had sort of a puzzled expression, and didn't look like he was enjoying himself at all.
After his set, we sat in the bar and drank beer while he told me stories about being a roadie for
Propaganda. His English isn't great, but he knows how to spin
a good tale of punks getting beaten up by country music fans. After four beers he took me back to my hotel.
I like my Bavarian Sysop.