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Metal Hammer - February 2010

The spectacle continues: Rammstein pull a fire trail through Germany with their Liebe ist für alle da tour. After Metal Hammer dedicated itself to three concerts in the previous edition, the journey now continues to Frankfurt, Stuttgart, Hamburg and to the home game in Berlin. Did only the stage burn on site or did the audience as well?

11.12. Frankfurt, festival hall

It's December 11th, 2009. The whole Rhein-Main area is infected by the Rammstein virus! The whole Rhine-Main area? No! But in order to make at least a small part of this diagnosis, you don't need a doctorate these days. Hundreds of party-mad Rammstein fans transform the extensive area in front of the magnificent Frankfurt Festhalle into their very own Christmas market. Here - punctually until the first chime - the merchandising bus is on the lookout for a gift for loved ones, people ask for admission to the Holy of Holies at the gates of (heaven) or at one of the countless stands the cold season with delicious mulled wine neutralized. The only difference to Nuremberg, the capital of Christkind: Here, instead of 'Last Christmas' or 'Jingle Bells', it's mainly these that get through.

Big hit from the Berlin scene institution from the Munich of the proud ticket holders. ‘Silent Night’ is definitely different.

In the circus ring-like interior of the location, the first thing to say is: wait for the Christ Child. Instead of shortening the whole thing with a speech by the Federal Chancellor, the industrial rockers from Combichrist try to heat things up today - which, however, meets with a similar amount of enthusiasm from large parts of the audience. Whether that's why the dedicated Norwegians chose their catchy tune 'WTF Is Wrong With You People?' as the official end of their tryst is anyone's guess.

After that, it's finally time for tonight's main attraction. With their spectacular debut, they immediately gave the term 'Freemasonry' a new definition. However, even such rock light figures as Rammstein - as in most tour stations before - need a two-part start-up phase ('Rammlied'/B******') at the beginning until the first decent cracker of the evening. Such explosive titles can be taken literally, because when the attack is blown with 'Waidmanns Heil', not only the pyro effect premiere heats the mood barometer up to the boiling point. Since the set list of the six capitals is identical to the previous gigs of the tour, the band's Die Hard fans are particularly excited about the 'polarizing' anthem 'Ich tu Dir weh' and the answer to the question 'How do Rammstein avoid the indexing this time? '. And how do the Neue Deutsche Härte initiators solve this problem? Actually as always: Namely with their very special sense of humour. Instead of singing about urinary canals, Till prefers to sing about other messes in the form of Frankfurter sausages, of which he immediately throws the daily turnover of a barbecue snack to the crowd for visual support.

Incidentally, such homage to Hessian cuisine is also lyrically spoiled at the foam cannon-laden closing party in the form of 'Pussy', since this time the charismatic frontman does not receive a visit from his Thuringian, but rather from an object whose current consistency resembles the hall cleaning staff will certainly be a lot of fun. Speaking of sensual pleasures: it should be clear that the audience, whispering close together in front of the stage, loudly want a second helping of the musical festive roast after this audiovisual firework. The hosts — who are now almost uniformly dressed in a 'topless look' — don't splash out either and let it rip with their colorfully mixed three-course dessert ('Sonne’/‘Haifisch’/‘Ich ‘will). that even the Christkind is hooked on the Rammstein stage spectacle. Or was it just Till Lindemann in the guise of an ‘Engel’? Doesn't matter! After such a mess, the visibly satisfied Frankfurt audience should have nothing to wish for anyway.

12.12. Stuttgart, Schleyer Hall

Saturday evening: People of all ages stream from everywhere — many in smart endured thread, others in metal gear. 'Holiday On Ice' takes place in the Porsche Arena right next to the Schleyer Hall, opposite on the Wasen the world Christmas circus stops - and then 12,000 people also want to see Rammstein. The search for a parking space is only unproblematic for those who know the area. It's cold outside, freezing cold even, so the anticipation of a warming pyro inferno increases even more. Although admission is from 7 p.m., there is still a very long queue just before 8 a.m. Everyone is shivering, teeth are chattering, deposit collectors are loading plastic bags and shopping carts full, the atmosphere is relaxed and peaceful. Wearers of glasses are also safe, because VfB-Wüterich Jens Lehmann is already in Mainz to prepare for the game against FSV.

Due to the barcode check of the tickets and precise scanning controls, progress towards the hall entrance is very slow. What seems annoying when queuing in the freezing cold turns out to be a stroke of luck. At least for those who no longer have to endure the entire Combichrist performance. The first few rows still seem to like it — it's all a matter of taste.

It gets dark at 9 p.m. sharp and Rammstein break through the stage decorations to greet the audience with 'Rammlied'. During ‘Waidmanns Heil’ — a real hit live — the first pyros take to the air. The interlude in ‘Feuer Frei!’ is also cool, when singer Till and guitarists Richard Z. Kruspe and Paul H. Landers form a triangle and spit fire with flamethrowers. ‘Wiener blut’ is disturbing. The stage is decked out with baby dolls on meat hooks. The babies burst, the lights go out and the relaxing sounds of ‘Frühling in Paris' ring out. So far it's an extremely atmospheric show, which unfortunately suffers a bit from the heavy, undifferentiated sound. This not inconsiderable shortcoming is eliminated from ‘Asche zu Asche’. Yes, that's right, 'Ich tu dir weh finally flies out of the set list in Stuttgart and is replaced by 'Asche zu Asche'. Good thing, because this song is better anyway.

From now on the guitars finally riff powerfully and vehemently with an overwhelming sharpness. Keyboarder Christian ‘Flake’ Lorenz climbs into a container, onto which Till fires volleys from a pedestal several meters above the ground until said container explodes. Seconds later Flake gets up in a glittery silver costume and takes his place on a treadmill in front of his keyboard. Cool. 'Benzin', with a low-squatting and wildly banging Till, is another high point until the band march out of the retractable floor onto the boards in lockstep on 'Links 2 3 4'. In contrast to earlier days, Rammstein exude enormous joy in playing. The consistently agile musicians communicate on stage and, despite the tight, rigid choreography, present themselves in a relaxed and sympathetic manner. No sign of static. And that, although it certainly requires enormous concentration in order not to be charred by the pyros fired from all possible corners of the stage, which is multifacetedly illuminated.

During ‘Du hast’, the audience, who is becoming more and more euphoric every minute due to the increasingly dramatic show, ducks their heads to avoid a ‘boomerang arrow’ shot by Till. The well-known encores with Flake's rubber dinghy ride during 'Haifisch' and the brilliant finale 'Engel' end a rousing concert by what is probably the most entertaining and entertaining live band on the entire music scene at the moment. Richard Kruspe jumps into the ditch to shake hands. Rammstein are not as aloof and distant as they often seem. When Till finally says goodbye to the exhausted crowd with his first announcement, 'Thank you for the wonderful evening, Stuttgart', you don't have to be a mentalist to read the audience's thoughts: 'You're welcome. All ours.'

14.12. Hamburg Color Line Arena

The Hanseatic city of Hamburg has always been a good place for the heroes of German rock music. Like every concert on this tour, the Color Line Arena right next to the HSV stadium is of course completely sold out. A good 12,000 Rammstein fans - that looks like something. To use the time until the Rammstein gala sensibly, there are two options tonight: Either you watch Combichrist, or you refresh yourself with delicious local beer specialties. In Hamburg they are called Holstein. The bulk of the 12,000 rodent collectors agree to do both, although the interior space is still noticeably thinned out.

Quite different then at 9 p.m. sharp. When the protagonists 'sweat' their way through the papier-mâché wall and are illuminated from behind with an estimated 6,000 watts, the cheering in Hamburg knows no bounds - just like in every city. Rammstein know how to present themselves and are successful every time. Compared to previous tours, there is a little less fire and pyrotechnics at the start, but that's whining at a high level, after all there are few or no bands that can even remotely match Rammstein in terms of show.

And the sextet also has great songs. As with some concerts on the current tour, the sound had to be adjusted a little during the set in Hamburg, because Till's singing came across as a bit undifferentiated. However, those responsible for the Rammstein live sound have this under control very quickly. In this way, no questions remain unanswered, because the answer is always: Rammstein.

Although: That's not entirely true... Question one that he needs to clarify: Are Rammstein playing 'Ich tu dir weh’ again today? Answer: No, unfortunately not - but 'Asche zu Asche' is certainly one of the biggest songs in the Rammstein canon, so that there is only limited scope for complaining.

The following explanation on this subject was posted on December 12, 2009 on the Rammstein Facebook page: « From today on, the instrumental version of 'Ich tu dir weh' will no longer be performed in Germany, since access to the concerts restricted to persons under 18 years would otherwise not be permitted. » Question two, and that's also the case throughout the tour: Do eight (!) new songs really have to be in a 90-minute set? Sure, as a musician you want to play your new material specifically, but there's no denying that so many other hits fall by the wayside. No 'Moscow', no 'Americk’, no 'Mein ‘teil, no 'Mein herz brennt’, no ‘Du riechst so gut’, no ‘Heirate mich’ - the list could go on and on.

Keyboarder Christian 'Flake' Lorenz cannot be at the show today due to an infection. Till Lindemann speaks to the audience personally and does the customer service, but also says that the show was not to be canceled under any circumstances. Alf Ator (formerly Knorkator) was hired as a short-term substitute. Purely in terms of playfulness, there is no loss of quality, only Flake's famous 'dance numbers' are not part of the show today. But Hamburg gets over that too, because the grand finale with 'Ich will' and 'Engel' is exactly to the taste of the Rammstein Die Hards: big Rammstein numbers with an exorbitant hands-on factor. In general, Rammstein naturally convince with a first-class overall performance, even if a number of older hits have to be left behind due to the many new songs. This is still to be discussed. Otherwise, the same applies as before: Rammstein are the power!

18.12. Berlin, Velodrome

Home game! And four times in a row. At their last concerts before Christmas, Rammstein will be honored in the Berlin Velodrom. A difficult task for Combichrist — at least one would think so. But the Norwegians work hard to get the crowd on their side. And they succeed in large parts, they can even encourage you to sing along. Interaction, on the other hand, is not exactly what Rammstein is counting on. Rather, they offer a perfectly staged show. At 9 p.m. Rammstein start the spectacle, which tears the last Berliner out of the winter depression who had to stand in line at minus 7 degrees.

Richard Kruspe and Paul Landers smash their axes through the black stage wall, emerge from the glare of the background — towards the crowd. Till Lindemann bursts onto the stage from the middle of the wall. The beginning of the concert is like giving birth. In contrast to Hamburg, keyboarder Christian ‘Flake’ Lorenz is part of the show again.

You can rely on Rammstein's game with fire and other effects. It has a martial effect when Lindemann squats down, as in 'Benzin', slaps his thighs, bangs wildly and spurts fire in the background. Instead of 'Ich tu dir weh’, the gentlemen in Berlin bring 'Rein Raus' - the audience thanks it and rages. As an ‘Engel’ with silver wings, Lindemann finally releases the visitors from the heat of the velodrome into the cold of the night.

#Rammstein #Till Lindemann #Flake #Paul Landers #Oliver Riedel #Richard Kruspe #2009 #2010 #*scans #review #translation #*

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a-dog-like-that · 6 months

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We can official cross "getting hurt doing a stupid thing" from the owning a malinois bucket list...

We were at one of the beaches at the Rhein river and she got the zoomies because omg sand. Ran around like a maniac and then tried to jump over those big rocks they put there to reduce erosion. Unfortunately she misjudged the distance and her jumping power and crashed.

Did not let that stop her of course and just kept running, but I could see red on her leg.

She managed to get a big gash on her wrist and more shallow scratches all over the leg, so we went straight to the next emergency vet and were fast enough they could use staples.

She was so good for that, I used up all of my treats, but she didn't even flinch and just kept eating while they did whatever they needed to.

The bandage she's clearly not a fan of, but she's leaving it alone so she doesn't need a cone or muzzle.

She's quickly mastered the art of looking very pitiful because her leg does not work with a bandage on

Outside where she's distracted she's using it almost like normal however xD

Honestly, we got really lucky, the way she crashed it could have easily been a broken leg instead of just this.

Also gonna get on my soapbox real quick here, get pet insurance if possible! Xivu isn't eligible because of the leishmaniasis, so this visit was 470€ already and that's not including the follow up. If we would have had to go to the actual animal hospital it would likely be over 1k.

And for those like me who're curious, a picture of the leg just after it happend under the cut

The lower one is the one that had to be stapled, the upper one is just a surface level scratch

#xivu #malinois #belgian malinois #injury #dogblr #now the only thing in pain is my wallet

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widespot · 5 months

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Seth can hardly believe it! He's got a contract and a band and - okay, Jonah and Roxie are nobody's idea of parents, but they're like, older siblings or something. And his own room in a house, not a shelter. And all he can think is, Do not mess this up!

"Home video editor! Time to pick out curtains that don't look too frumpy, and some wallpaper."

"So, um, Rhein, I have a phone number now, so I thought…well, not every girl in school. Just, you know, the really hot ones?"

He's never had posters before, unless you count the ones in the shelter with all the rules and the anti-drug propaganda. He's never had walls before! They let him pick out the paint and everything.

"When I get married, all my kids'll have their own rooms and do them up any way they want."

"So, I can have, like - people over, right?" "Oh, sure. Bring home as many girls as you want. Or guys if that's how you roll. After all, you're a rock star, right? What's the use if you don't work it?"

"Come to my window! Open the door, wait by the light of the moon! Come to my window, I'll be home soon!"

"If he's gonna have this many speakers hooked up we better get some soundproofing. Don't want to wake the nieces!"

Two promotions in one day! Seth is definitely quitting the crossing guard gig. If Roxie can land that big chance card, it'll be time for a tour to Twikkii.

#powers #roxie sharpe #jonah powers #seth

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white-noise-and-binary · 1 year

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Flute Salitos

Sixty boom boom rocks glasses,

title fight oxidations screaming

eight by eight everything-you-like

movements to spasmodic doom

and all day not-your-momma’s

wit in whimsical beat changes.

Crazier live than recommended.

Launders stuffier by chemicals

and the fumes carry through

heavy clouds roiling, and lightning

citations benefit copper-coiled fun.

We are woolly electric receptors.

The buildings have their pressure gradients,

the weight of wood on stones, stones on

steel girders, girders grunting into concrete.

The buildings have their periods of settlement,

there they topple into surrounding walls,

stitched up by giant star washers, cleaned.

The city named for calcium clinging to pipes,

the post-haste was an inevitable retreat

across the river Rhein to stable high-rises.

The work here, brightening nights for money.

Midnight oil burning like my trapezius,

boiling like the deep knots in levator scapulae.

The massages I have given like semipro flips,

the time I invested in myself washed by the

Kalk Post street cleaners, 6am Thursdays.

And then a meaningful quote:

“I dream the dream of living the life

I am actually living today.” I dream

of the stitches in concrete, the glue,

the sinew of sarcastic ineptitude.

I am here today in spirit Spiritus.

Amnesiac words

strung together,

meant meaningful.

But often forgotten,

punting present to past.

#free verse #poetry #poems #spilled ink #freeverse

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puckwritesstuff · 2 years

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A scene where Vali got kidnapped by someone she courted? Like mother like daughter XD

Like mother, like daughter indeed. And thus, like father, like son. For better or worse.

Thank you for the ask!

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In a private corner of a public park, Váli lay under a tree, her head in her girlfriend’s lap. Woglinde smiled as she looked down at Váli and gently massaged her scalp. Váli melted at Woglinde’s touch. The sun was warm and there was a faint smell of petrichor in the air.

“Brandr apologized?” Woglinde said.

“He did,” Váli said. “I’m not sure if I forgive him. I don’t know if I can.”

“I thought you missed him,” Woglinde said.

“I do,” Váli said. “But after what happened…”

“It must be difficult,” Woglinde said. “I can’t imagine not speaking with my sisters for months on end.”

“Perhaps, but Flosshilde didn’t turn into a dragon and knock you off of the Bifrost Bridge the last time you had an argument,” Váli said.

“True,” Woglinde mused.

Her fingers pressed a bit harder and Váli hummed, smiling.

“You like that?” Woglinde asked.

“Very much,” Váli said. “Your hands are wonderful…”

Woglinde leaned close.

“You said as much last night,” she whispered.

Váli closed her eyes, sighing.

“Yes, sleep, my dear…” Woglinde sighed. “Let the river wash over you with her clear waters and fill you with the rest you desire.”

The spell worked gently, lulling Váli into a peaceful sleep.

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“I don’t see how this is supposed to help,” Brandr said.

“You know her as well as I,” Nari said. “You know exactly how this is supposed to help.”

Brandr held Dragonfang in his hands. Nari sent a spell down the hall so no one could see them leave Brunnhilde’s room.

“Yeah, but I don’t think stealing it is going to help,” Brandr said. “Sometimes I wonder if Váli got all your father’s brains.”

“If Mother didn’t have brains to give, you wouldn’t have any,” Nari said.

They turned a corner to find Heimdall standing in the corridor. Nari winced.

“Right…”

“Grandfather,” Brandr said. “You’re away from your post.”

“I see your observational skills are as sharp as ever,” Heimdall said.

He held out his hand and Brandr handed Dragonfang to him.

“And I’m sure Commander Brunnhilde will be happy to know that you two found this,” Heimdall said. “Now, you need to get ready to leave.”

“Why?” Nari asked.

“Your sister has disappeared from my sight,” Heimdall said.

Brandr shrugged. “She’s been courting, she knows enough magic to hide herself when she wants to be hidden.”

“A skill you could stand to learn,” Heimdall said. “But the last I saw her, she was being dragged underwater by Woglinde.”

Nari and Brandr exchanged a look.

“That’s her new girlfriend,” Nari said. “But why come to us?”

“As with your mother, I do not want to alert the whole palace over something that might be solved with a few,” Heimdall said. “As your father and uncle would run to save Sigyn, so I am asking you to save Váli.”

“Of course,” Brandr said. “But where would Woglinde take her?”

“Back to the Rhein?” Nari asked.

“That would be a prudent start,” Heimdall said.

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Nari and Brandr stood, hidden, on the bank of a stream— one of the headwaters of the Rhein, the great river on Midgard. Nari knelt down to look at the water.

“I can swim,” Brandr said.

“You sink faster than Mjolnir,” Nari said. “You’d be drowned before you hit the riverbed, and we’re not at a deep section.”

Brandr crossed his arms.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got an idea,” Nari said.

He stuck his hand in the water. Magic swirled around his hand as ice started to form under the surface.

“Should get their attention,” Nari said.

He pulled away, but the ripples on the water got more and more agitated. A stone emerged from the water, with a flat surface and large enough to stand on. Nari looked to Brandr.

“I suppose that’s our way down,” he said.

“Down where?” Brandr asked.

Nari shook his head, stepping on the rock.

“Don’t you read?” he asked.

Brandr followed Nari onto the rock and it started to sink into the waters, but the surface of the stone stayed dry. In fact, the water swirled around them, keeping a pocket of air around them as they sunk into the depths. The river seemed to go deeper and deeper than the bed suggested. When they thought they had reached the bottom, it kept going, until they could barely see anything. Brandr list a small light of orange magic and they were surrounded by water and rocks.

A woman pocked her head out from behind the rocks. They recognized her face.

“Woglinde!” Nari called.

She swam off into the dark, and their platform followed her. As the approached the true depths, they saw a wolf the size of a draft horse, tied down with rusted chains, a bubble of air around her head.

“Váli!” Brandr cried out. She didn’t seem to hear him.

Woglinde sawm up to them, followed by her sisters, Wellgunde and Flosshilde.

“Princes of Asgard,” Woglinde said. “We beseech you.”

“Your sister is taken as collateral,” Wellgunde said. “That you might heed our request.”

“Request?” Brandr said. “This is blackmail!”

“Something was taken from us by your father,” Flosshilde said. “It is most precious to us, and we must have it returned.”

Nari shook his head. “Father would never—”

“You really want to finish that sentence?” Brandr muttered.

“Not Loki,” all three Rheinmaidens said.

“The Trickster God is a thief and a liar,” Woglinde said. “But he is not the focus of our ire.”

“And yet you have taken his daughter as recompense,” Nari said.

“We have taken the sister of the son of Jörmungandr,” Wellgunde said.

Brandr paused. “Something was taken by my father.”

“Yes,” Flosshilde said. “The Rheingold.”

The river seemed to echo with the word. Rheingold, Rheingold, Rheingold…

“Figures,” Brandr said. “And you want me to get it back?”

“If you wish your sister’s safe return,” Woglinde said.

“The gold was fashioned into a ring,” Wellgunde said.

“It will be found in your father’s hoard,” Flosshilde said.

Brandr paused. “I can’t ask you to come with me, Nari.”

“Of course you can,” Nari said. “She’s my sister too.”

Brandr nodded. “To Vanaheim?”

“To Vanaheim.”

The Bifrost cut through the water and they were gone.

#prompt #fanfiction #vali #nari #brandr #woglinde #wellgunde #flosshilde #the rheinmaidens #sigyn #logyn #loki x sigyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP Dragon Born AU

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aboutmusiic · 2 days

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8. Zeltfestival Rhein-Neckar Neubestätigungen mit PAOLO NUTINI, BROCKHOFF, BLACK SEA DAHU

Das 8. Zeltfestival Rhein-Neckar hat nun weitere Hochkaräter bekannt gegeben. Darunter PAOLO NUTINI, der schottische Musiker mit italienischen Wurzeln, wird am Donnerstag, den 27. Juni 2024 uns mit einem Konzert der Extraklasse beehren. NUTINI, bekannt für seine Mischung aus Classic Soul, modernem Pop, zeitlosem Folk und geschmeidigem Rock, begeistert mit seiner außergewöhnlichen Soul-Stimme, die…

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#AVANTASIA #BROCKHOFF #BRUCE DICKINSON #Calum Scott #Deine Freunde #Faber #Giant Rooks #LICHTERKINDER #Mehnersmoos #OG Keemo #Paolo Nutini #Passenger #The Cardigans #Tom Odell #Trettmann

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aktiplan-rhein-ahr-anzeiger · 27 days

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theart2rock · 4 months

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Vor 40 Jahren - Januar 1984

Ich möchte mir vornehmen, jeden Monat 40 Jahre zurückschauen und einen kurzen Rückblick zu machen. Dabei auch einmal über den Tellerrand der Rockmusik zu schauen. Events - 01. Januar - Leon Schlumpf wird Bundespräsident der Schweiz - 01. Januar - Brunei wird von Grossbritannien unabhängig - 01. Januar - In Ludwigshafen am Rhein wird mit einem Pilotprojekt das Kabelfernsehen gestartet. - 02. Januar - Sendestart von RTL plus - 09. Januar - Die erste Komplettaufführung von Olver Knussen's Where The Wild Things Are findet im National Theatre von London statt. - 10. Januar - Der Vatikan und die USA nehmen nach 100 Jahren wieder diplomatische Beziehungen auf. - 11. Januar - Der BBC Radio 1 DJ Mike Read kündigt an, die Frankie Goes To Hollywood Single Relax aufgrund des Textes nicht mehr zu spielen. - 12. Januar - Mit dem Konzert des Sängers Renaud wird die wichtigste Konzerthalle Frankreichs, das Zénith eingeweiht. - 17. Januar - The Sing Blue Silver Tour von Duran Duran wird in Japan und Nordamerika fortgeführt. Sie sind die erste Band die auf einer Tour mit Live Video Bildern und Bildschirmen arbeitet. Zudem brechen sie auf dieser Tour alle bisherigen existierenden Merchandising Rekorde. - 21. Januar - Trotz Radioverbot und Zensur schafft es Relax von Frankie Goes To Hollywood auf Platz 1 der englischen Hitparade und bleibt insgesamt 42 Wochen in den Top 40. - 23. Januar - Die Sendung Formel 1 zeigt Michael Jackson's Thriller erstmals in voller Länge. - 24. Januar - Apple stellt seinen ersten Macintosh Rechner vor. Ridley Scott dreht dazu einen aufwändigen Werbespot - 27. Januar - Während dem Dreh für einen Pepsi Werbespot fangen Michael Jacksons Haare an zu brennen und wird ins Spital eingeliefert. - 28. Januar - Bei den 41. Golden Globe Verleihungen gewinnen Der Denver Clan und Fame die begehrten Preise. Wichtige Veröffentlichungen - 1984 - Van Halen - Defenders Of The Faith - Judas Priest - Learning To Crawl - The Pretenders - She's Strange - Cameo - Bon Jovi - Bon Jovi - Disillusion - Loudness - Christine McVie - Christine McVie - Milk And Honey - John Lennon & Yoko Ono - Slide It In - Whitesnake - Software - Grace Slick - Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell - Footloos Soundtrack - Diverse - Fistful Of Metal - Anthrax - Flex-Able - Steve Vai - Just A Little Love - Reba McEntire - Lady Of The Stars - Donovan - Penetrator - Ted Nugent - Tour De Force - 38 Special Schweizer Hitparade Platz 1 Single Charts - Come Back And Stay - Paul Young - ? (Fragezeichen) - Nena - Jenseits von Eden - Nino de Angelo Schweizer Hitparade Platz 1 Album Charts - Venezia 2000 - Rondo Veneziano - Staying Alive Soundtrack - Bee Gees - New Classic Rock - The London Symphony Orchestra Schweizer Interpreten in den CH-Charts - Lost Again - Yello - I'm In Love With My Typewriter - Bo Katzman Gang US Billboard Single Charts - Say Say Say - Paul McCartney & Michael Jackson - Owner Of A Lonely Heart - Yes US Billboard Album Charts - Thriller - Michael Jackson UK Single Charts - Only You - Flying Pickets - Pipes Of Peace - Paul McCartney - Relax - Frankie Goes To Hollywood UK Album Charts - Now 1 - Various Artists - No Parlez - Paul Young - Thriller - Michael Jackson Happy Birthday - 09. Januar - Drew Brown (OneRepublic) - 17. Januar - Calvin Harris (Taylor Swift, Rita Ora, Dua Lipa - 18. Januar - Kirsty Lee Cook (American Idol Gewinner) - 22. Januar - Hyphen (Schweizer Rapper) - 26. Januar - Marcel Colomb (Bitch Queens) Farewell - 01. Januar - Alexis Korner (Blues Musiker) - 10. Januar - Binnie Hale - 21. Januar - Jackie Wilson - 30. Januar - Luke Kelly (The Dubliners) Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

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