German comedy. Oxymoron.
Never the less, when a friend invited us to the Münchner Lach + Schiess Gesselschaft comedy club, we said ‘Warum nicht?‘ something new.
Despite becoming quite the Germano-phile, I’ve remained an unapologetic chauvinist on the issue of entertainment and humor: Americans are the best. Of course, my German husband doesn’t hold the same view, so going to a ‘comedy’ club here wasn’t such a hard sell.
I don’t get up to Schwabing much, but when I do, I wonder why I don’t.
I liked the club. It was full of people I used to consider very ‘European’ before I lived here. Slightly professorial garb, statement glasses, in their late 40s/early 50s and ‘intellectual’ looking. I can’t prove it, but I feel like there are more of these types in Schawbing.
The evening’s act was a fellow named Tilmann Birr. A Berliner who wrote a memoir of his time as a tour guide, titled On Se Left You See Se Siegeseule (which, I confess, is a pretty good title).
I admit, I laughed.
The Kerl was pretty good, especially his impression of Bavarian tourists. It was hard to have to concentrate so hard for a cabaret act; my German is good enough to enjoy a show, but not good enough that if I space out for one minute I can jump back in and catch up, but it was worth it.
Maybe if my German improves, so will my attitude towards German comedy. Check back in about ten years.