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
. 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.