KIt was his birthday recently (hype!), and yesterday it was a dream that is now coming true: I am allowed to give a laudatory speech to Helge Schneider. Of course it will go wrong. Not because everything is going wrong in the world anyway, but because you can’t talk about Helge Schneider. When I held up both thumbs at once in the jury meeting last year via zoom, everyone (except for Lady Corona) was unanimously in favor – one could almost say: there was jubilation, hustle and bustle – but nobody wanted to give the laudatory speech afterwards. I had written on my advertising banner, as foolishly as I was sure of victory: HELGE SCHNEIDER IS INLAUDABLE!
And so, as always when one wishes for great things, the sausage stuck in one’s own nose. But now we are finally back in the Kassel town hall waiting for what is due to Helge: Dear 00 Snyder, dear buddies, dear notables, dear sympathizers, dear clueless and newcomers, dear ladies and gentlemen politicians, dear Doctor Hasenbein, dear Gonzales, Dear Peter, dear gender-appropriate sausage saleswoman, dear everyone who has ever tried to track down this half-Spanish genius, including Alexander the Clever and Schlingensief: Forget it!
