#although i think he's going to have a lot of work with the rammstein guys with everything planned for the 30th anniversary

[endlich-allein]

Till Lindemann Band, Lotto Arena, Antwerp, Belgium, 10-12-2023 @ chris_stessens

#i miss till in live so much #but i hope he takes a holiday #although i think he's going to have a lot of work with the rammstein guys with everything planned for the 30th anniversary #till is love 🖤 #till lindemann #jes paige #constance antoinette #emily ruvidich #danny lohner #joe letz #t.lindemann #t.lindemann 2023 #t.lindemann tour 2023 #rammstein

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

With all due respect to you and the fans (i am a rammstein fan and a paulchard shipper) ¿Don't you think the paulchard kiss in this tour was a bit a move to calm people down? They didn't kiss at the begging of the tour and then, when the accusations got gigantic they start kissing again. Sorry about this comment, i am just rambling and i don't have anybody to talk about this and you are so smart and imparcial.

Hi anon! I'm glad you asked, because ofcourse i'm completely unbiased and impartial in all matters of 'guitarists being cute'....

okay i'll hold while everybody is laughing out loud at that statement...

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everybody done laughing? good.. 😇 because this might get long 😇

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i think it depends on how you look at the guitarists during the concerts so far

1. not at all, you basically watch Till's station at center stage because that's where the action is

- in that case i can imagine the only guitarists interaction you see is the playing next to eachother on some songs, and the Ausländer outro. At that last one they went from...well, non-existant, to just a solo, to solo with the others joining in, to a duet but with the others bowing in between, to walking to the middle for a hug, to a kiss. And indeed that did coincide with the allegations going from 'just' a single incident, to more ladies coming forward to the media getting wind of it. Indeed, from that pov you can argue that the kiss was a calculated action to try diverting attention. It worked though, didn't it 🌺

2. you're in it for the music, so try to watch every bandmember equally, unless you get distracted by pyro or light effects

- in which case you may have noticed that where the tour started out cold, things already started to get a little more friendly over the following concerts. The guitarists shared a mic during Mein Herz Brennt, and the cheering squad during Mein Teil was brought back to life with buddy Schneider. Talking about Mein Teil, the intro they played also got more and more friendly, you think you even saw Paul stroking the chicken coat a few concerts ago (although you're not sure, because then Flake popped up from his cooking pot, and you love Flake and Till having fun at that one. You did hear someone say they thought the guitarists shared a kiss after the final salut once, but you're not sure, because you were almost blinded by the confetti..you still found confetti in your shirt 5 days later 🌺

3. you have a special antenna for guitarists stuff even if you're not watching them specifically, you.

- You were very disappointed by the ice age at the first show, but already at the next saw glimpses of thaw. When all your friends were watching the burning stroller during Puppe at one of the following concerts, you noticed the guitarists getting together to play an outro there, no kissing, but a little friendly gesturing and a pat on the shoulder. At a next show, your friends and you were getting soaked in Pussy foam, but your antenna buzzed and you saw that Richard was on his knees playing for Paul who had walked up to him (and you swear you cpuld see Paul laughing because his cheeks bulge when he does). Then when everybody yelled the band's name after the salut and watching the big screen, you saw the guitarists getting together for a hug and a quick kiss. You were relieved that they were getting along and would have been happy for more of that level at the 4 Munich shows...but what happened there was a lot more than you dared to hope for: quick touch in passing on small stage, Mein Teil intro getting softer everytime, on Munich 3 even a quick shared kiss in passing (again, when everybody was long watching something else), at that concert the guys walked arm in arm to small stage (something they'd never done, even on the height of fluffiness in 2022), then the Ausländer outro was back like in 2022, with just the two at center stage and a really nice, long hug (even team Rammstein official thought it was cute)...and then Munich 4: Mein Teil cheer squad became Mein Teil gossip squad when the guitarists and Schneider sat down on drumstage to discuss heaven knows what (and when they left, you swear you saw Richard touch Paul's thigh, and Paul pat the fluffy coat), ofcourse the mic sharing (always fun) and the Ausländer outro with Richard on his knees, then after some teasing Paul on his knees, broad smiles, little more teasing, little guitar fun, and then finally a meaningful kiss, really soft, hands on shoulders, and....well...then something made everybody jump and the moment was gone, but anyway...a kiss it was 🌺

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so uhm....what was the question again?

oh, yeah, was it a bit to counterbalance the accusations?

answer: it depends how you look at it

😇

PS. fanfic wise i do have a theory, but i'm not going to share that yet, just in case i manage to think up an actual fanfic based on that 🌺 stay tuned 🌺

#paulchard kiss #was it a bit #because of the situation #well...maybe 😇 #rammstein

[punkwithpaints]

The Rammstein Magic!AU no one asked for

Sorry this is kinda Richard heavy. I originally was just going to use him as an inspiration for a single character, but the deeper I went for his character, the more I started pulling in the rest of the gang until I decided it was easier to call it an AU. This is absolute word vomit and spit balling an idea, but I’d love to hear what you think and some feedback! Pardon the rambling and sorry if this makes zero sense.

 Richard: Alright, so, basically he can summon spirits/entities things like that. He knows about the forest’s darker secrets. Think of those spooky writings that are like “If you’re in the woods and hear 3 knocks, knock back but leave immediately.” Like, this fucker knows every old spirit, good, bad and unknown that go through the forest. He knows all the do’s and don’t’s and people come to him when they manage to get curses put on them or their families. He also knows about monsters that lurk around at night and other things.

With summoning, it’s a skill where at first it’s overwhelming since he starts to see and hear spirits and all that, so it’s a hard power to learn. Most summon animals or things that are living, not the dead. Most people’s minds can’t handle the added effect of seeing and hearing that stuff constantly.

He goes to churches or houses that people are like, “Uh, What is happening in this place?”. And he can strut in, look around and be like, “lmao that’s a demon, I see you fucker.” And he’s gotten so good at summoning that he can kinda reverse uno whatever it is, causing to it to be able to be seen by everyone else as well.

Problem is, when he first started learning, he got cocky and ended up fucking around with something way stronger than what he could handle at the time and basically got possessed. For years he is basically a dick. He’s dangerous, reclusive, hurts his friends and those around him, yadda yadda. Finally, he has enough will power to try and stop this thing, but the only way he knows how to get rid of it is to kill himself. Because without a living soul/body, the demon has nothing to feed off of or a place to stay. So he attempts by trying to slit his wrists, however, the demon is so impressed with his willpower and determination he offers a deal. It basically says, “Listen, I’ll make you a deal. You will have free will over your body and mind, but I get to stay.” Fine. Demon doesn’t let him die, heals his wounds, but there are scars obviously.

Richard now has a demon inside him. Fantastic. Richard and the demon can converse back and forth. So, Richard will be like, “Yeah, looks like you’re dealing with *insert demon thing here*.” And suddenly his voice will change and the demon is like, “I don’t know, it seems more like *other demon thing*”. Freaks people out pretty bad usually, if they aren’t expecting it. Richard also has a regular eye and a blind eye. Regular eye is just a regular eye, but his other blind eye is what gives him the ability to see the spirits. It’s like a right of passage for his type of people, where they have to blind one of their own eyes somehow.

ANYWAY

With the demon inside him, the demon has the ability to bring things back from the dead. Hence why Richard was able to come back after attempting to kill himself. Technically speaking, Richard is sorta permanently dead but living. I considered giving him no heart beat but I’ll get back to that in a sec. So, Demon and him slowly start working together where he lets the demon influence and strengthen his summoning powers and summon the actual dead as well as see them. Now he has necromancy.

When the demon made his deal, he tells Richard he can summon him if he needs him, but it’s gonna be hella taxing. Richard has to summon him exactly as he did the first time. AKA, slit his wrists to activate it. So, demon would take back into control causing Richards magic to get stronger by God knows how much. Obviously, he can’t do this very often or for too long, but if shit really hits the fan, this could help him make it out alive. I mean, the demon really doesn’t want to lose his flesh home.  I’m thinking this is where the heart beat thing comes into play. Where he’s sorta half dead, his heart would stop when he activates the demon to take over.

  Till: TILL. THIS GUY. So, I figured where Till likes the water/swimming/animals so much, he’d live at the edge of the forest by the ocean cliff sides. He’s specialize in familiars and mythological creatures. Like, he’s BFF’s with the local sirens and mermaids. He’s the opposite of Richard. Till has the magic that I forget the name of but it revolves around communicating with animals, knowing what the area is saying through them, that kinda stuff if that makes any sense. He likes growing special and rare herbs for potions and rituals. He’s pretty quiet and doesn’t like being around people, so he keeps his magic on the down low usually and spends his time talking to the sirens and mermaids, creatures/animals around him. Tends to his garden and such. He sells it at the weekend markets where he does fine since he’s one of the few that can offer certain herbs. I think he would have a shapeshifting ability or have a familiar he could change into. I’m thinking a bear or a griffin. Druid-ish????

Although Till loves the water, he’s actually specializes in pyromancy. He doesn’t use it too often, since he keeps his magic mainly hidden, but hey, he can start a camp fire or his stove with it, so that’s nice. He loves to gossip with the mermaids and sirens. They were a little confused when their tricks and songs didn’t work on him, well, they did a little, but not completely. But then they put 2 and 2 together and go, “Oh….Wait….I don’t think he likes girls as much as some of the other sailors we’ve met.” So now they just accept him as their bestie and like talking to him about their crushes and the newest dumb sailors they all lured in. They both share fish catches with each other, and Till does sketches of the market/forest so he can come and show them what it looks like since they’re curious.

He also owns a dragon. Not a big one. One that’s the size of a parrot. It likes to chill on his shoulder and likes crackers and grasshoppers. He raised it from an egg. Everyone is all like, “Dude yeah he’s scary omg, I heard he has a whole dragon!!” and they stop by, only to find this burly dude having a cup of tea with the mermaids and a tiny dragon nibbling a graham cracker on his shoulder.

However, his herbs/garden is what links him to Paul and Flake.

 Paul/Flake: So, these two bois live together (Definitely no homo going on here) and Flake is even more recluse than Till. They have a cloaking spell on their cabin. You have to absolutely know a certain tree with a ritual attached to it or a spell/password sorta deal to gain access/the ability to see it.

They’re in an open field/prairie area. Flake would be a healer and very good at protection based spells and rituals. He always buys a lot of his herbs from Till so him and Till are close because 1.) Both reclusive as fuck and 2.) P L A N T S.

Meanwhile, Paul has telekinesis and mind reading. He’s a cocky boi but he does care a ton. Even if everyone wants to smack him half the time. I keep thinking their first meeting was something along the lines of:

Flake brings him along when he goes to Till to stock up on herbs, and Paul meets Richard for the first time since Richard stopped by to visit. It’s probably pretty fresh after the whole “Tried to kill myself to yeet the demon out of me and now we’re roommates” deal. And They have barely shaken hands when Paul is looks smug and goes, “You regret you didn’t die but you were honestly too scared too as well.” And Richard is like “ALRIGHT I HAVE TO KILL HIM DON’T YOU DARE READ MY MIND LIKE THAT”. So, Paul and Richard hate each other for a while. Well, Richard hates Paul, Paul doesn’t mind Richard, he’s just waiting for him to come back to him cause that’s usually how first meetings go for him.

Later on, as they start to talk, Paul confides in Richard (after apologizing) that he understands what Richard felt and that he had attempted before as well. Being able to hear everyone’s thoughts and feel their emotions is horrible when you first start out, and is incredibly overwhelming. Over time, Richard and him end up connecting pretty well. Richard still hates the mind reading thing (so does Till), but despite the differences, they’re friends.

Paul can also temporarily slow/reverse time in a certain limit around him. Maybe like, 15-20 foot radius? For about 30 seconds? Let’s say Till decided to use his pyromancy towards him, Paul can decide to halt it and slow it, or it can begin to reverse itself. Richard sends out some hellhounds, Paul can cause them to slow way down once they get close so he can duck around them and hurry off somewhere else.  

Flake, despite the hatred of being around people, is actually a pretty great guy once he warms up to you. He’s someone you can have a good cry with but also, he can absolutely fuck up your whole day. I’d think since he can do cloaking spells, he’d understand spells about portals and rifts. To make something ‘invisible’ (AKA, their house), he’s more so just shifting the dimensions people can see, making it into one that they can’t. And sometimes, you got to yeet your idiot friends through portals to somewhere safe cause they don’t know when to shut the hell up. One of my inspirations for his powers was the music video to the song Falling to Pieces by David Guetta, specifically around the 2:55 mark. I’d imagine that, instead of getting obliterated like the people in the music video, it more that he’s shifting every part of that person into different portals/dimensions. I mean, technically, yeah, they die. BUT HEY, who can say they died via getting blasted through different portals and shifts down to a molecular level? Flake can’t do it a lot obviously. It’s hard enough opening one or two portals, so to pull a stunt like that could kill him if he isn’t careful enough. So many times everyone has had to be like FLAKE NO HEY CHILL WE ARE OKAY DON’T DO THAT.

I imagine Flake and Paul have been friends since they were teenagers, so they watched each other’s powers develop. Once Paul starts figuring his powers out, it starts becoming too much. Flake tries his best to be supportive and encourage him and keep him sane, but Paul can feel how much he’s scaring Flake and making him worry. Paul finally tries to end it (in a similar fashion to Richard, so they have matching scars which is another bonding point for them), but Flake finds him in time. However, Flake hasn’t quite got his healing abilities down yet, but the fear and adrenaline of losing his best friend is what flips the switch to finally allow him to completely channel it. Paul heals up and startles back into reality and is like “EXCUSE ME, I THOUGHT YOU COULDN’T DO THAT” and Flake is shaking him like, “YOU DUMBASS IF YOU EVER DIE IM GOING TO KILL YOU.”

 Ollie: My tall boi. I’m thinking he’s part wood elf. His magic is based off of using the environment such as tree roots or trees, manipulating and summoning eco life around him. Wanna get beat by a root system? Ollie is your guy. His powers are kinda like Till, but not as animal heavy. I know there’s a word for this magic too but my ass cannot remember it for the life of me. He’s probably one of the rarest of the bunch to spot, but unlike Till or Flake, he doesn’t put up much of a fight when it comes to seeing people or going out. People are intimidated by him cause, I mean, this fucker is 6’7 and came out of the woods like some magical sasquatch lumberjack.

But he’s very down to earth (Pun intended). Ollie crafts armor or blades in his spare time. Sometimes he’ll join Till at the market and sell his stuff or take commissions from anyone who needs new weapons/armor, or if they need anything repaired. He knows how to lace objects with magic so it can do a better job with protection or heighten the users own abilities. Ollie is able to know what’s happening in his neck of the woods. He lives in the deepest part of the forest, Richard isn’t too far from him actually. But Ollie’s area is more of a calm area of the woods, not the spooky ass weird area Richard stays in.  Ollie has way more ALIVE deer, first off. No wendigos. What a difference.

I don’t know how to phrase this without it sounding dumb as hell, but basically he talks to trees. He can tap his magic into the systems of the trees and plants and pick up on conversations miles away from him. The trees become his eyes and ears, if that makes sense. It’s never super sharp or in focus (Dream like maybe?), but he’ll know when you’ve entered his section of the woods. He can sometimes tell roughly how many, and catch snippets of your conversations. He’ll make sure to keep an eye on you.

Schneider: My boy. I’m thinking he’s a witch mage kinda guy who has visions and predictions. He fucking loves crystals, tarot cards, special odds and ends, things like that. Reading the stars kinda guy. Schneider actually gets called in by the king or whomst the fuck ever is running this world I’m coming up with, to predict the futures of queens incoming babies, wars, decision making, yadda yadda. He’s hella guidance and damn good at what he does. His visions are never in perfect clarity, but with the aid of his other doodads and such, he can give you a pretty good estimate. He’s like Turbo Tax, but with life choices.

I’m thinking his powers would probably be something along the lines of a copy cat? He can usually tell what your about to do a few seconds before you do it. Somethings are super easy for him to predict (like a punch), other things are harder (complicated magic). I think he might fit under the title Warlock with a Vestige pact? Where the souls/echos of his ancestors that have passed on stay with him. They’re the ones that help him see glimpses into the future make sure he’s protected. They’re also why he can replicate (roughly) most spells that are done towards him. For example: If Paul tried to levitate something and toss it at him, there’s a chance that someone before Schneider, in his linage, had some kind of knowledge of that form of magic. If Schneider reacts fast enough, he can reverse uno that shit back at Paul or toss it somewhere else. Sometimes, it’s more of a canceling effect. So, if Richard tried to resurrect something to attack him, he could undo the resurrection spell, making the dead thing fall back apart, since you can’t double bring something back to life.

Him and Richard went through a similar process to gain their abilities. Richard is a host and dealt with/is dealing with being possessed, and Schneider is temporily possessed/influenced by his ancestors when needed. For a bit, they’re tense around each other cause both felt they were better than the other. Schneider felt like Richard “cheated” to gain his necromancy powers, while Richard is pissed that Schneider had it “so easy” compared to what he went through.

Like Paul and Richard, Schneider and Richard finally have a sit down and Schneider admits his whole ritual/process of gaining his abilities.

To gain access to all the souls/echos, Schneider had to ‘live’ through each ones most painful times via his visions. So, easily 100+ memories that he has to go through in one go. No stopping, feeling/seeing/hearing everything that happened to these people, one at a time. Sometimes it’s their deaths, sometimes it’s a fight or injury, sometimes is verbal things. It totally wrecks with a persons mind and body. A lot of times, the people who go through this process don’t make it because they try and kill themselves afterwards or during. If they stop the line of visions, they cannot ever be started again. They usually develop a severe fever and cold chills, and the process can take several days. So if the fever or themselves don’t kill them, they might make it. So him and Richard bond over that.

I know it sounds stupid, but Schneider lives in a cave. Once you enter, it’s lined with different crystals, crystal balls, dices, maps, star charts, ornate rugs on the floor, silks all over the place, just really nice and cozy.

Overall, each one could work together and combine powers. Examples include: Richard and Till combining Richard Necromancy and Till’s Pyromancy to create a physical embodiment of hell and scare the absolute shit out of anyone.

Ollie (Controlling trees/roots) and Till (connections with animals and mythical beasts) deciding to just use a whole ass forest all that lives in it to really fuck up someone’s day.

Schneider and Paul staying 50 plus steps ahead of the game. Even more so, could Schneider have Paul slow time so he could have a better chance of knowing what’s about to happen/copy a spell?

Flake and Paul working together to slow time, then open portals for enemies to run head first into at last second.

There’s some other ways but there’s a few! I’m so sorry this is so long.

#personal #rammstein #AU #till lindemann #Richard kruspe #paul landers #flake #christian lorenz #oliver riedel #christoph schneider

[90simaginesandfanfics]

Theres no rush lovely, hope you aren’t too stressed 💖 so basically can the female character be ex-police (so she’s really badass and has self defence training etc) and she went to see pearl jam at one of their first gigs and some dude started harassing her and Eddie was gonna step in but she basically kicked his ass- and then later he bought her a beer and they hooked up. That would be great thanks lovey 💕xx

“ID please.” The bouncer asked you, his monotonous voice making you roll your eyes. You still never understood how you still came off as underage, even though you were mature beyond your years. You had decided to come to one of the few good clubs in town for a night out, wanting to listen to some good music and drink without having to deal with any of your overprotective friends and family. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate them, it’s just that you liked your own company, and going to a bar to listen to some bands play was something you preferred to do alone, rather than having to be the designated driver for everyone.

You got your license out of your pocket and handed it to him. He checked it, then passed it back and let you through, as the strumming of guitars could be heard from inside the bar as the soundcheck was finishing up. You made your way through the sea of people, making your way to the bar and ordering a beer. You sipped at the bottle, savouring the bitter taste. You hadn’t had a drink in at least six months. And before that you hadn’t touched a drop in 6 years. You were never big on drinking anyway, but when you joined the police force you decided to stop altogether. That wasn’t the only thing that the force changed about you. Being in the presence of criminals all the time tends to make your skin tougher, and you practically had lived for your job, spending most of your time on call and never really taking a break. Everything was fine until you got diagnosed with Mitral Valve Prolapse. You didn’t think there was anything that could stop you, but apparently that could. Paired with irregular heartbeat, and you were deemed unfit to work, since you were passing out after short bursts of exercise and unable to keep up physically with the work you were doing. It broke your heart at the time, but you had become part of the paperwork side of the department, and still involved, you just couldn’t go out into the field anymore.

You were reminiscing on what had happened in the past when you heard the band on stage start, the guitars and drums started a melody which forced you to turn your eyes over to them. You were pretty much the only one left at the bar, since the floor in front of the stage was packed as a man with long brown hair covering half his face stepped up to the microphone. He looked young, yet the voice that came from his mouth when he sang was deep and baritone, and the words he sang showed a wisdom beyond your own. You peered curiously at the singer as all the band members thrashed around on stage, from a fast song to a ballad seamlessly. He sang with so much conviction, and you couldn’t help but admire his prominent cheekbones and piercing eyes. You stood up from the stool you were sitting on, making your way to the side of the crowd and subtly shifting through the crowd until you managed to stand in front of the stage, but off to the side near the amps. The sound was even better than before, and being close really did the whole band justice. You couldn’t take your eyes off the singer, and the way he moved around on stage. He made his way to the side you were standing on and his eyes crossed over the whole crowd before they settled on you, moving to the music.

Your eyes met and you nearly choked. He was better looking up close. You froze up for a second before you sent him a small smile. He smiled back at you, his gaze lingering before he moved back to the other side of the stage and finished the song up. You could notice him glancing up at you every now and then to see if you were still there, and you almost wanted to laugh. If you didn’t know any better you were basically flirting with him considering all the shy smiles you had sent him throughout the set. They finished up and the crowd cheered as the band made their way backstage. You decided that you had had enough fun for the night, and so went to the bar to get another beer before you went home. You nearly chugged down its contents, looking forward to going home and getting under your warm blankets, when you felt someone’s hand on your waist. You turned around to find a guy, probably in his late forties, leering at you as his grip tightened.

“Hey babe, you looked sad sitting here all alone.” He said, his voice making a shiver of disgust run up your spine.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested.” You said, twisting your body to get out of his grip.

“Well I think me and you could have a lot of fun.” He said and grabbed at you again. You put your arm up to his chest and lightly pushed him back, not in the mood and completely done with the creep. His face was instantly filled with anger.

“Don’t play hard to get sweetie.” He said and then went to move closer to you again when you felt someone move to your side.

“Everything okay here?” A deep voice said and you turned to find the singer you had been enamored with standing next to you, glaring at the creep standing in front of you.

“Everything’s fine dickhead, get out of here, this doesn’t concern you.” the perv said. The singer was about to open his mouth again when you decided to butt in.

“Hey asshole, leave me the fuck alone or I will cut your dick off.” You said and the singer’s eyes went wide, while the creep looked like he wanted to kill you,

“Fucking slut.” He said before he went to grab you again. But as his hands went to you, you grabbed his right arm and twisted his body around, slamming his head on the bar while you raised his arm behind his back, twisting it with his wrist to the point where you could easily break it. You did this in about two seconds, and the whole of the bar was suddenly looking towards the scene. You bent down to his ear slightly, making sure he could hear you loud and clear over the sounds of his painful squeals.

“Now I’m going to make one thing clear, I’m not interested, neither are any of the women here. So what you’re going to do when I let you up is leave immediately, before i rip out your vocal cords and your dick to stop you from ever approaching women again.” You whispered, almost menacingly. You waited for a couple of seconds before letting go of his wrist and taking a step back. He quickly stood up and without a thought began rushing away. You could see him rubbing his wrist soothingly due to the pain, causing you to laugh internally.

You turned back around to the singer, whose mouth was still agape with shock. His eyes were on yours as he shut his mouth and cleared his throat, coughing sheepishly.

“I was kind of gonna be a knight in shining armour, but I guess you have it all covered. Remind me to never piss you off.” He said jokingly, but she could tell her was nervous due to the way he was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well it kind of comes with the territory, I used to be in the police force.” You said, as an explanation, but didn’t expect his eyes to light up the way that they did.

“Really? God, that’s so cool. You must be fucking badass then.” He replied and you could feel a blush coming on, especially when considering how close he was to you, and how perfectly shaped his mouth was close-up.

“Says the guy whose voice rivals Mr Mercury himself.” You taunted and he laughed with you. You didn’t know what it was, but something about him was electric, and you didn’t mind playing with fire. You didn’t know where the words had come from, but your mouth was suddenly speaking with a mind of its own.

“Do you have anything to do tonight?” You asked, almost innocently, and he sent you a questioning smile, as if he knew what you were about to do.

“Not really. Just hanging out here I guess.” He replied, although the way that his eyes started to dart down to your lips suggested something else.

“You wanna get out of here then?” You asked and a smirk grew on his face.

“Lead me away, officer.” He taunted and you gave him a sultry smile before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the exit of the bar, making sure to sway your hips as you walked. Just before you got to the door, you turned around to face him.

“What’s your name?” You asked, feeling stupid for taking a guy home who you didn’t even know basic information about. He smiled, chuckling slightly, and it made you more attracted to him if that was even possible. He started walking in the direction of the door once again, this time pulling you along with him. Just as he opened the door, he turned to you.

“It’s Eddie.” He said, before leading you out into the night.

*****

I loved writing this one, so thank you anon for sending it in. In other news I’m kind of upset because Rammstein are touring next year, and they’re coming to England but the cheapest ticket I’ve seen so far is £206 which I cannot afford so I’m gonna go to bed and cry. Honestly, it’s my dream to see them live but all of my savings need to go to other things, so I’m going to have to beg my bank account to allow me to buy a ticket!

[thecultoftill]

Your Royal Deadness here. Let's talk Rammstein. I love Oliver. Let's talk Oliver. I love the songs Sonne, Mein Teil and Mein Land, there are loads more. Although I don't really like the Sonne video, Mein land and Mein Teil are brilliant. And anything done by Jonas Åkerlund. Pussy is fun too. I wake up everyday to the banging of the drums at the start. Also Flake reminds me of my little brother so I like him a lot too for sentimental reasons ❤️

Oliver is indeed . I wish that I knew much more about him, but he’s a mysterious guy, even the other band members say that they don’t know that much about him. He certainly likes to have fun with the the others, but seems to spend a lot of time apart from them too often travelling separately. I’m working on collecting more facts on him so hopefully will have something to share with all the Oliver fans soon.

Flake is lovely. I love how weird he is, even by Rammstein standards, yet very sweet beneath that cynical shell of his. 

Excellent choices of music videos, though really you can’t go wrong with any of them. I think I’ll have to go on a music video marathon soon, there are some that I haven't watched for some time.

Thank you so much for answering my question. I appreciate it. 

[amorremanet]

Voltron chars + music headcanons, brought to you by the letter A for, “and once again, literally no one asked, but oh well”

Shiro: Will listen to basically anything, but his heart most belongs to tacky pop music (the tackier, the better), especially if it’s old school and really, really tacky. Like, this is a guy who listens to the ill-advised Eddie Murphy single, “Party All the Time” and genuinely enjoy it. But his favorite jams are probably Wham!/George Michael and The Spice Girls.

That said, Shiro is kinda ashamed of his taste in music and describes almost anything he listens to as a guilty pleasure.

Also, he knows all the words to the After the Fire version of, “Der Kommissar” and will totally sing it at karaoke night, provided you get him slightly tipsy. If you get him tipsy enough, he might treat you to his “Genie In A Bottle,” but at that point of intoxication, you should probably watch out to make sure he doesn’t trip over his own feet while trying to dance.

If you pay attention to what he’s listening to on any given day, you can usually get a good feel for his emotional state. “Moping in the dark to Fiona Apple” is one of the worst states for him.

He is capable of listening to “When My Boy Walks Down The Street” by the Magnetic Fields on repeat for five solid hours. When Pidge, Lance, and Hunk thought he’d fallen asleep and took turns trying to turn it off, Shiro turned out to be very much awake (if still faceplanted into the sofa) and groaned at them until they left his music alone.

Keith: Okay, yes, he enjoys My Chemical Romance and all, but Keith really stans for Björk and Dolly Parton. He also loves some Carrie Underwood, some Johnny Cash, some Creedence Clearwater Revival, and (to most people’s confusion) hair metal like Poison and Mötley Crüe. Probably the most surprising thing on Keith’s ipod, though, is the sheer amount of Sufjan Stevens. Like, he has all of Sufjan’s albums and singles, plus a bunch of live show bootlegs, and if you ask him about it, he’ll probably look at you funny, shrug, and go, “……What? I just like him.”

Although he’s usually onboard with and unashamed of how much he loves country music, Southern rock, etc., there is one big exception. Namely: Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Seriously, if you want to stay on Keith’s good side, do not make him listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd. No, not even “Free Bird.” Like, yes, Keith might have the most loathing for “Sweet Home Alabama,” but one time, Shiro had to take him to the ER because a jukebox started playing, “Free Bird” and Keith was too exhausted for impulse control, so he punched it.

Long story short, the jukebox won and Keith fractured his knuckles, but at least he didn’t need to have glass pulled out of anywhere.

You’re also advised not to play Kid Rock where Keith can hear it, unless you really want to hear a rant about how Kid Rock isn’t talented and he isn’t even a real Southerner, he’s from freaking Detroit, why the Hell does he still get work.

Lance: The Number 1 Kesha Stan, For Real, He Will Fight You. Loves tacky pop music as much as Shiro, but unlike Shiro, Lance has absolutely no shame about it. He will hurt his throat trying to sing “Tik Tok” louder than the nearest speakers, even if they are turned up to 11 (or whatever their equivalent is), and he won’t even care. He made everyone on Team Voltron pre-order Rainbow on iTunes, and refused to hear any two ways about it.

Despite anything he ever says to the contrary, however, Lance does not have moves on the dance floor. Unless you count, “Well, he calls it, ‘krumping,’ but tbh, he kinda looks like a flailing chicken? But with a lot of heart??” — but most people don’t.

Keith is still an even worse dancer than he is, though, and Lance takes some kind of comfort in that, he guesses.

Also, he may not care much for Gwen Stefani in general, but he does a totally wicked awesome, “Hollaback Girl,” if he does say so himself (and he does. That is, he says this thing about himself. His “Hollaback Girl” is also pretty good).

Hunk: To the surprise of basically everyone, the resident Fall Out Boy stan is not Keith or Lance, but Hunk. Like, he might not be a close-to-boiling crockpot or barely-repressed rage or anything…… but mostly because Hunk actually has a more or less healthy approach to expressing and managing his emotions. One of his favorite ways of handling anger? Is to go emote to Fall Out Boy for a while.

Pretty much any and all pop punk is good with Hunk, but he has a hit-or-miss relationship with non-pop punk music. For example, he digs The Clash and The Ramones (though he also thinks they’re kinda overrated), but eugh, you can keep The Sex Pistols, Hunk’s not interested.

You’d think that, being so big, he’s the guy you want with you in a mosh pit…… but actually, he really isn’t. Like, if you ask him to help keep you from getting hurt, he’ll do his best but Hunk is very aware of his size in a mosh pit and is far more likely to get shoved around by other people because he doesn’t want to misstep and hurt someone else.

Hunk is also the only non-Shiro member of Team Voltron who enjoys Nirvana rather than simply tolerating them — but don’t ask them to agree on anything more than that because they can, will, and have debated the relative value of Nevermind (Hunk) and In Utero (Shiro) for three hours or more.

The last time they got into that debate, it was only broken up by Lance taking one for the team and chiming in with, “Okay, but can we all agree that Hole’s Celebrity Skin is a way better album than Live Through This?” so that Hunk and Shiro would go, “What the Hell, Lance?!” and agree on something and forget that they were arguing.

Another good way to break it up when those two get into it? Is to put on “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go,” because both of them agree that it is one of the best songs ever written by any human being ever.

Pidge: Another one who took people by surprise with her taste in music, Pidge loves metal and industrial music. She can sit there listening to Rammstein in perfect, idyllic calm. In fact, if Pidge ever meditated or did any kind of exercises to ground herself, she would most likely listen to Rammstein or Judas Priest while doing it.

One time, after finding out that she’s Italian, Lance spent a week trying to get her to laugh by breaking into, “That’s Amore” at inappropriate times. Granted, Pidge feels like every time is an inappropriate time for anyone to sing, “That’s Amore,” but in her defense, some of Lance’s moments of this were really not a good time for an impromptu serenade.

Either way, Lance got glitter mixed into his face cream and spent the next six weeks sparkling. He has not attempted to serenade Pidge with, “That’s Amore” ever since.

Oddly enough (at least in everyone else’s mind), she digs Bowling For Soup almost as much as Hunk, and likes Panic! At The Disco somewhat more than Hunk.

Allura: Well, back on Altea, she was seen as being part of a subculture that was vaguely analogous to Goth subculture for Earthlings…… but it bears remembering that Earthlings and Alteans have very different senses of aesthetics, and in addition to wearing pink all the time, Altean Goths listened to music that, to us, would sound an awful lot like early to mid-2000’s pop music.

Allura swears that this is legit the sort of music that they played at funerals and wakes on Altea, because Alteans always tried to believe in the enduring beauty of life, so yes, they grieved the loss of their loved ones, but they tried to focus more on celebrating their loved ones’ lives and she grew up with the music for played for fallen warriors being very similar to Earthling bubblegum pop.

In any AU where she gets introduced to human music (or just a human AU), she is probably going to stan Whitney Houston. “I Wanna Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me” is her #1 pick for karaoke night and she is always stunning.

She would also probably love Depeche Mode, though most people would likely go, “Wait huh what” when she described them as, “a trashy guilty pleasure party music band.”

Coran: Would 5,000% stan for Joni Mitchell and Natalie Cole in a human AU.

#mine: voltron #vld headcanons #mine: headcanons #team voltron #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #vld lance #hunk garrett #pidge holt #princess allura #coran hieronymus wimbleton smythe #i may not regret the day i ever decided to tag him by that full name #but i currently both rue and lament it #anyway this has sufficiently distracted me from feeling blaaaah for a while so yay? #okay to rb or whatever do what you want i'm not your boss #longish post maybe??? #alcohol ref//

[log-of-my-life]

2019-08-09

I need to write. Even if/when I don’t want to.

I attended the concert of Rammstein, and I want to describe it, because in three years I won’t remember anything.

We decided to go there by bus which arrived just before the concert (according to the information on the tickets). We understood that the concert wouldn’t start as per that information, they always start it later. So, the risk of being late because of some issues on the border was kind of acceptable.

I could go there beforehand. Andrei couldn’t. I finally decided that I don’t want to waste even more money and time on this trip. So, I’m now going back to Minsk with him, although I could stay for more days or move to some other places.

We gave our bags to cloak-room and ordered a taxi. It was about 8 pm when we arrived -- half an hour after the time on the tickets. There were a lot of people going there calmly, like there was plenty of time yet. When we got in, we tried to get closer to stage, but quiet soon we came to the place when it was too tight. We could go further, in theory, as there were a lot of people going back and forward, but Andrei was afraid because he got problems with his teeth and he couldn’t afford getting an accidental hit to his face. I didn’t like the fact that I almost couldn’t see the stage (although it was quite good yet that I could see it at all, shorter people near me and people slightly behind us could not see it at all. And there were a lot of people behind). So, I was trying to convince Andrei to go forward, but we stayed. Until the beginning of the show. Then we noticed that people around us stay still, don’t jump, just record videos on their phones. I stayed for 3 songs and then went forward with just another guys who tried to passed us, leaving Andrei. Some guys I passed through said me that I’m a bad man and I should have thought earlier. I felt bad but went forward. Finally, I stopped in a place where I could see the stage (at least), but people were passive there too.

The coolest show was with the “Puppe” song. There was a camera on Till’s face which was streaming to the main screen, and then there was a creepy child in a lullaby. Really creepy.

There were more than 100k people, as we estimated. Tickets costed 80 euros, so they earned over 8m euros, plus some more on selling drinks. Water (0.5l) costed 2 euro!! We decided that it’s way too much.

Then we found the closest petrol station, bought water and fruits. Ate bananas and oranges. Then went back to the coach terminal, thinking that we can find some cafes there. Andrei wanted to eat, I wanted to the toilet. We went about 5 km, and finally I just felt pain in my stomach -- fortunately, I managed to find the WC just in time.

Back to the morning of the concert day, we stopped in Biahoml, Sharkaushchyna, Hlybokaje, Dokshycy (?) and Braslau, and in 4 of them I bought some shitty food in addition to the bananas and apricots that I took with me. I messed up again, although I could stay without food, I really could. Well, at least I could stop after the first portion of snacks. But I bought 4.

At the concert, while shouting “you’ve got a pussy” I understood that it’s a good moment to finish my previous, bad life. I then bought some vegan food in the cafe, but in Vilnius I ate only fruit... and some fried peanuts, yeah. But in general, it’s time to become better, really. I need to do it.

We met Lera and Siarhei in the pizzeria, talked and played cards. I failed to take some french fries, because they ran out of potatoes. Was it a sign?

Just before the bus we bought some blueberries and lettuce. I felt okay, although my brain worked badly, of course. Then we sat to our bus (which was a little bit late) and I found out that I can’t lean back because my char is broken. So, it was a tough 4-hour ride for me. Still, I slept for a couple of hours.

We arrived about 12 pm and went to the hostel, which was right near the terminal. It was 2 hours earlier than the check-in time, but we decided to go and ask if we can check-in or at least leave our baggage. I didn’t like the hostel, except for its location, but it’s written in my review at booking.com. We slept for 4+ hours, then had a walk, bought some more fruit (Andrei bought some shit), came back about 10 pm, then I did some useful things including Spanish lessons. Told Andrei about podcasts (he had just bought iPhone SE), he liked the idea.

Then we slept for about 6 hours at night, woke up 45 minutes before the train, left hostel 20 minutes before the train because I was slow, but came to the train 10 minutes before departure. In the train, I got another Spanish lesson and started writing a letter to Ana.

At home I slept for 3 more hours, started a MongoDB course, wrote a utility for creating desktop icons for apps in Ubuntu-based distros, pushed it to Github, had a talk with Anton. Told Masha about Egypt, she was thankful. Mom asked me to come, them got sad and finished the call with “well, I won’t disturb you, you’ll call when you want”... which is just what was necessary, I suppose. I need to take my life in order before contacting them again.

Oh, also I helped Luthien to setup Xubuntu. There was a problem: BIOS refused to recognize her bootable USB, we decided that she’ll buy an optical disk tomorrow. And I made some cleaning at home.

Tomorrow I want to review my to-do lists and build a stronger routine. Start managing money (counting them first), closing the browser tabs, documenting what I need to do/write in the morning and in the evening... maybe automate some of this stuff.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Recent posts about masculinity got me thinking. I am not surprised that people see Till as the epitome of masculinity ofc if you go by looks. But from what I've seen I find Paul to be a lot of the things that I personally find very manly. He's confident without being an ass about it. He can be stern (like with people trying to enter the boat) without being rude. He can have a committed relationship with an equal and takes responsibility (we don't know ofc but I think not having children with everybody is a part of that for me). He works in a field he loves and is serious about but without sacrificing everything for it. And he can still be funny and silly and goofy and is certainly no killjoy but I bet if needed he can switch to serious in an instant. He enjoys what he's reached in life without boasting. He can show affection (like hugging his daughter) without that embarrased air around him. I can see a growth over the years without loosing himself. A man can be built like a tank but if he lacks qualities like these the manliness level for me drops considerably. I think about this when people talk about Till as the greatest and overall best because I honestly don't see it. And I was quite impressed back in the late nineties by his sensibility and the way he talked and so on but over the years he lost a lot of what appealed to me. For me (all of this is ofc my very personal impression on the available data) it feels like Paul can seem very much like an overgrown child but has really grown into a man and Till seems very much like the man around but is still a teenager on the inside. Which maybe explains the also many people who consider him a poor little meow meow whose bad life choices are never his fault.

i pondered if i wanted to share this ask, because of the negative undertone the word 'masculinity' has these days, but then i figured that's mainly because of 'toxic masculinity' and let's face it, anything combined with 'toxic' would make it negative, same goes for 'toxic cuteness', 'toxic softness' and 'toxic freches früchtchen' (to go with Paul's phrase 😊)

And i agree that Paul seems to be a very manly man: confident (even at 18) but with an easiness to it, firm without being rude (both with fans wanting to enter a boat, but also with Till wanting to bash his head against Paul's mic), in control without being micromanaging. I think there isn't much in Rammstein going on without Paul knowing it (and having an opinion on it 😊) (btw: that's why it imo was so funny that Richard managed to sneak up to him on stage and surprise him 😊

And indeed Paul can be very playful, both in a 'goofy with the guys' and a 'cute and playful' way, sometimes even childlike, but never childish 🌺. And also very affectionate, as he shows regularly with several bandmates ❤️

The phrase "growth over the years without loosing himself" i like a lot, and i agree with it. He's definitely older (can you believe he'll turn 60 end of next year?) and more mature than he was when Rammstein started (or Feeling B), but he's always very much Paul ❤️

Till i see as a masculine man too (maybe they are the among most masculine in the band, with Olli), but maybe in different ways. No i'm not talking about physique (although i can imagine that is why people who don't really know him, also see him as masculine), but Till has imo always had a 'cool' and a 'don't give a damn about what others think' vibe that imo makes him very appealing to be with. I think it's one of the reasons why he always attracts attention in a group of people, a certain magnetic quality (even though he may not always like it), and yes, imo very masculine.

Aside from that Till is one for 'going back to nature', living off the land, roughing it; all very masculine traits imo. (And ofcourse there are his views on people who go in therapy, which in itself are also pretty masculine, but in a different way).

I think more than with Paul, Till has different persona in different situations: on stage, being both a showman and a prankster, jetsetting, and tucked away in small village life. The playful part on stage is imo often being a bit of a prankster (lately i'm often reminded of Nelson of The Simpsons when i see him on stage), and he has retained a bit of juvenile humor (watch him laughing when Flake got that 'dick hat' on on stage).

Where Paul is 'in control', and according to stories, Till likes to be in control too (at least on stage, we know what happens when some of the crew make a mistake) but he handles it differently. I also think that Till is easily persuaded to do something if he's indulged in what he likes (rather, it has been stated almost literally in at least one making of) That's why personally i'm not a big fan of the entourage he formed around him the last couple of years, because imo they indulge him too much and don't tell him 'no'. Ofcourse he's old and intelligent (Till is from a very intellectual background, he should be able to look at himself and evaluate) enough to say 'no' himself, but he often doesn't imo... But like i said, he's smart enough to be able to figure that out 🌺 maybe just every now and then, he needs someone to give him a kick up the youknowwhat 😊

Does that make him less masculine though? 🤔 Not in my book...but what do i know 😊

#masculinity and stuff #but what do i know...right?

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Hair

podcast 2023-03-14

Flake always surprises me with his topics 😊 this time it's Hair, and ocourse he plays the Hairiest Hair song ever at 1h28 'Hair' from the musical 'Hair' (it's one of my nostalgic favorites, so couldn't resist mentioning it 😊)

Right at the start Flake mentions he's in a good mood, always was a good-natured-kid growing up, always humming a song, like this one time when he was helping, carrying a bowl of soft cheese, humming "Ende der 80'er Jahre, hatte der Opa noch Haare" (basically "at the end of the 1980's, grandpa still had hair"), tripping, and dropping the bowl on the carpet (stains still visible now) (as a kid you often get the text a little bit wrong, this is the song little Flake was humming). It wasn't about Flake's grandpa though, because he was bald 😊.

At 0h07 after a song from Beck, Flake mentions he likes Beck a lot, so much that he got his Beck's backliner to work with him, they couldn't really communicate because Flake doesn't speak much english and the guy spoke english with an accent that Flake couldn't really understand, but they understood eachother anyway: music is international. He travelled with Rammstein until they played in Finland where he fell in love, got married, got kids and now is the concert organizer there.

No surprise is that Flake this time too plays two Die Ärzte songs: "Baby beim Friseur" (at 0h14) and right after that "Kopfhaut". Flake is amazed that for whatever theme he comes up with, Die Ärzte have a fitting song. Or two. Between the songs Flake tells about going to an Afterparty in Spain, where people asked him what music he liked. He said Die Ärzte, and they didn't know that band, so Flake wrote the name down. Later he got a message that they had bought an Ärzte record and didn't really understand, but one of the people later moved to Berlin, and when Flake met them again, they were a total Ärzte fan, with t-shirt and everything 😊

Another band he's played before at 0h41: Pacs (which we know was the band of one of his daughters ❤️), with a song about a blond guy.

Some songs are only loosely related to the theme, like at 0h33, when he plays Blondie because of the bandname (song Rapture). And although he says nothing about it, i can't help but wonder: in an earlier podcast he casually mentioned the other Rammguys being interested in the song he pkays, sometimes suggesting one. Well, i'm wondering if he shared what he was going to play, and that made bandmate Richard post this post on his ig... coincidence? yeah, probably 😄

No real band anecdotes this time, but a little look back at the punkdays: at 1h00 Flake tells us how he didn't wash his hair for quite a while (most people they knew didn't), he thinks probably because he wasn't really thinking much about taking care of his body (animals don't and they are doing well enough, find a mate and everything, so why should we) and iwhen he *did* wash his hair, it looked really bad. Nowadays he does wash his hair though; because his wife thinks it should be done regularly...and does he look any better? Huhhuh.. 😄

And what does he play after that story? This Feeling B classic, with appropriate haircut in the thumbnail 😊

🎹

more of my takes on Flake's podcasts

#flake's podcast #des tastenfickers podcast #flake lorenz #rammstein #Youtube

[endlich-allein]

Interview with Till about his life: he fought with his father, killed his beloved dog, swam on a wild river and worked on suffering. How Till Lindemann's mind works

"I will finish you off" and why you fought for the German army.

Werner Lindemann wanders around the room, interrupting the silence with strange questions, writing something down. His motive is to get to know his son and make him a friend. But it's complicated. Generational conflict.

"My island of tranquility is shaken every day. The day before yesterday, a guy pulled on my socks because his were torn. Yesterday he didn't put out a single lamp in the house. Now, with voluptuous delight, he spits cherry pits into the cat's fur. Is this grown boy really an adult?"

The apprenticeship in Rostock, where you have to do window production after graduation, is the limit of boredom. Till Lindemann moved to his father in the countryside so that he could forget about the hustle and bustle of the city and not fall under the article for anti-social attitudes. He thought of a new life, in which there was no pointless work, and arranged an attic in his father's house.

In the mornings over coffee, he scolded life that everything went according to schedule. And listened very loudly to music - electronics and metal. My father didn't understand and grumbled: “I matured late. Naturally, I wanted to listen to the music I liked, but I could not get my hands on these records. For example, my father did not understand when I bought the Alice Cooper record for a month's salary.

Werner Lindemann was a children's writer who went through the war.

At the height of his career he disappeared for weeks on literary tours - his fame spread to teachers and librarians across the country. His father pecked at Lindemann for refusing to work and promised to turn him in:

"My willful child. What doesn't fit his standards is rejected as nonsense or crap." So he took a job as a carpenter, where he made shovel cuttings and cart wheels. The head foreman constantly drank vodka during the day, didn't want to be annoyed with questions and addressed the long-haired Lindemann with the nickname: "Mozart!" This suited him.

Werner Lindemann talked about war, hard existence and limitations. For example, about a grenade splinter that remained in his body. Lindemann did not believe in all these stories - but categorically did not accept service, war and murder:

“After that I objected: “I would hide, I would not go to war. Why did you even let yourself be dragged into this? You could have hidden."

And he said: “It didn't work out. They searched for it and it took away."

Then I said: “I would rather go under arrest. Never in my life, I would go to the front line to shoot people. It's against my nature. It would be better if I went to jail."

Much of the time father and son were simply silent, even while watching television.

"He regularly made me feel guilty, to say the least, he placed himself on a pedestal towards me: I shouldn't complain. At your age, I ran barefoot through the stubble, and in my stomach - a potato in a uniform."

The only acceptance is Mike Oldfield's music: "One day my father came to grumble again. At that moment I was listening to Mike Oldfield, and he sat down and said: "That sounds interesting."

For me it was like a quantum leap: my father sits in my room, listens to my music and thinks it was good. Probably because of melancholy. He was sitting in a rocking chair that I made myself - at the time I was working as a carpenter on a farm. I, too, always sat in an armchair, immersed myself in music and smoked hand-rolled cigarettes."

The conflict was intensified by a fight. Lindemann bought a Trabant car, installed speakers in it and tested the sound - loud as usual. “Then my father came and I had to turn off this fucking music. It was kind of loud for him. He was then fiddling around his cases of flowers, and then suddenly the situation escalated. I think he slapped me while I was still in the car.

He leaned toward me and hit me with the back of his hand. I made some bullshit remarks like, "Leave me alone," something like that. That was a provocation to him, and he said: "If you do that again, I'll hit you for real." And I said, "Then you'll get it back. Because you're crazy. Don't you dare to hit me anymore."

And then he hit me with his palm again. He wasn't controlling himself.

He was exalting himself. Instantly he introduced himself as a boxer - he had boxed in the Hitler Youth - and I just... I thought I didn't hit him, I just pushed him away. And then he stood in front of me again, "Come on, I'll finish you, you haven't got a chance!" Somehow. After that, he went up to the attic and threw all my stuff out the window.

It happened over the weekend, my sister was there, a lot of screaming, serious drama. Then I packed my things, put them in the car, went to a friend's house and never went into his house again. At first I lived with this friend, and a week later I bought myself a house in the village."

His father's book is about his son, which the son will only open up after the death of the father.

Lindemann is a late child. He was born when his father was 36. The gap in their relationship was felt in everyday life and perception of the world. Werner Lindemann woke up early in the morning, worked with the circular saw under the windows and did not understand when his son slept until noon after a working week.

Lindemann's parents then lived separately, but kept in touch. Mom worked as a journalist and discussed her texts with his father. "She still lived in Rostock and always came to see him only on weekends. Mostly on Sundays she came back quite early, because she couldn't stand the stress of being with him, either."

In 1988, the book “Mike Oldfield im Schaukelstuhl Notizen eines Vaters" In this book, Lindemann Senior describes the relationship with his son (whom he calls Timm in the book), who settled with him at the age of 18. The book was written in the 80s and laid on the table until the German Democratic Republic and the Federal Republic of Germany were reunited.

Werner Lindemann wanted his son to take up writing too. But this only amused him, although as a child he wrote poetry. At the age of 13, little Till Lindemann and his father were returning home along the bumpy road to Mecklenburg. They talked about career self-determination:

"You should already have thoughts about what you want to become, boy." My answer: "I don't know yet, maybe a fisherman on the high seas."

But immediately, no matter what I said, objections arose: “But then you have to get a certificate of maturity. But then you will be away all the time. But then you won't be able to start a relationship."

There was always a “but”.

At some point it got on my nerves, as usual. And I said: "Worst case scenario, I'll just become a writer.

I still remember how alienated his face became. "And what do you think then, what do I do! It's a very hard job! In fact, it's not even a job, it's a passion. And it's a job that's supposed to be enjoyable."

I said, "I don't know anybody who works with pleasure."

"Yeah, that's the problem. You have to look for a job that gives you pleasure." Then I say again, "But some people never get to choose..." This gigantic discussion happened because I didn't take his profession seriously. At the same time, he was completely lost, funny!"

Lindemann thoughtfully read his father's book, in which he comprehends their relationship, after his death. Faked for hidden anger and indecision. For example, in a situation where their dog Kurt was bitten by a fox. The father was frightened because of rabies: “At the same time, we did not even know whether he was bitten by a fox or not. The father immediately called the huntsman. But I said: no one will enter this courtyard and shoot the dog. I'll do it myself if I really need it. At some point I really had to kill the dog."

Lindemann is not a monster. The animals he fiddled with are an important attribute of childhood. He had an aquarium and hamsters, brought mice and rats home, and was friends with dogs. “Like many children of new buildings, he felt the need for someone alive, in need of love,” said Werner Lindemann. Sometimes the appearance of an animal in the house was surprising:

“This guy will never say what he's up to. He appears on the doorstep at the same time as me. He gets out from his vehicle, throws his coat open and puts a young black shepherd in my hands. "Your Christmas present!"

Till's father is speechless. My son stands before me like the sun's little brother. Touchingly concerned, he directs me into the house, working out a plan for the animal husbandry, accommodation and diet of our new pet housemate.

With confusion, a question flies from my lips, "Wheredid you get the dog from?" "Timm" is gibbering, "Imagine, the mason in the barnyard wanted to hang him, simply wanted to strangle him with a rope, said he was a worthless eater..."

Werner Lindemann died of stomach cancer in 1993, when his son was 30. They didn't finally reconcile, but Till visited him in his last days and was there for him with his mother: "They couldn't be without each other, even though they lived apart. Unreal, but my mother never had another man afterwards. To this day she can't let go of him."

- Not going to the Olympics in Moscow and ending up in the German ghetto

Lindemann had the knowledge and the potential to be a swimmer. And a shyness that pounded harder three days before the competition than concerts in front of crowds of thousands. "I know how difficult it is to develop willpower and stamina and instill those attributes. In the GDR this was instilled in us by coaches and so-called functionaries."

Lindemann came to swimming at the age of eight and devoted his entire youth to the sport. He would get up for training at five in the morning and pass out in the evening. His grandmother watched him from the stands. At a competition in Leipzig she shouted at the coach, who told Lindemann off for a poor result. The grandmother took the coach by the ear and said: "How do you talk to my grandson?"

Sports tightened up his upbringing and developed self-discipline. “Drilling - probably the boy has already received this experience as a swimmer,” Lindemann's father wrote. - Once he had to take second place in a competition, but by no means first place. Of course, he got carried away, forgot about it, became the first, thanks to which he received a shouting for indiscipline. And whenever he lost in the future, his coach would torture him at practice for a long time and yelled at him: "Even if you win, you're not a winner yet!"

Lindemann swam the 1.5 km freestyle and could have gone to the 1980 Olympics in Moscow. Everything was ruined when he left the hotel without permission during a competition in Florence: "I didn't want to run, but just wanted to look at the city. Cars, bikes, girls. I was caught and kicked out of the team, but then I didn't give the required results either."

Lindemann competed at the European Junior Championships, but did not go any higher. After the story in Florence, his career in sport slipped away. Perhaps an abdominal injury influenced his departure. Lindemann is gone, but he doesn't yearn: "I was relatively young. There were no good [memories] left. I was glad it was over."

"The hardest part was getting back to normal. I fell into a real hole. My home was no longer a sports school, but a ghetto in Rostock. Now I stood out through drinking and fighting. I used to be surrounded only by beautiful ladies who were interested in swimming. Now I had fierce women standing in front of me asking, "How come you don't drink?" When I was shy about approaching a girl, it was interpreted as: "Are you gay?"

Lindemann now works with a coach and swims a few kilometers before his tours to get in shape: "When I exercise, I feel a certain lightness - not only physically, but also mentally. I just feel better. The main problem is staying in shape. That's where self-discipline comes into play. Teeth grinding is important."

- Three weeks in the wild and loneliness as a creative tool

Emotionally, concerts = sports:

"How do I go on tour? Hungry. And happy. It is good to compare concerts with sport. You don't want to do both at first. You don't want to go on stage. You don't want to go to the pool. You don't want to go to the boxing ring. It all happens with reluctance. It has to be accepted somehow, that's life: spring, summer, fall, winter.

When it's done, winter's gone, the blooming begins, greenery appears, it gets bright, and you start to get a taste for it. When it's over, you feel happy. Then the body produces a sea of chemistry, a lot of happiness hormones. I think the body rewards itself."

The stage, like sports, is an embarrassment, but a necessity. Lindemann wore dark glasses in order to collect fewer views from the audience. Therefore, a couple of steps before the water, he looked at the pool with a shiver. You need to cope with yourself in order to open up to new emotions.

Lindemann's gut requires solitude and moderate solitude. This is the point:

“Loneliness is always good for a creative push - you drink a glass of wine and you feel even shitier. Art is not complete without suffering; art exists to compensate for suffering."

With his friend Joey Kelly, Lindemann spent three weeks on the Yukon River. They paddled through the wilderness in a kayak for eight to 10 hours each and lived in a tent. Lindemann didn't take a tape recorder with him, so he transferred the lyrics wandering in his head on paper.

They were catching inspiration and atmosphere:

"There were times when we wouldn't say a word for hours, but then: look there, look there! It was breathtakingly beautiful. These relatively fast-changing panoramas and skies, layers of clouds, the colors.

Except for a few bears and wolves, it's hard to see anyone else out there, it's exhilarating. Along the way we saw two hunters setting traps. No one else.

I grew up in the countryside, and I have a very strong connection to nature. I love fishing, hunting. It's an archaic experience that I like to revisit over and over again. When I'm in the city for too long, I start to miss it."

To recreate situations in the Yukon, Lindemann and Kelly trained for nine months on the Rhine river in Germany because of its liveliness.

"We went down the Rhine to where the transport ships create huge bow waves. If we hadn't had a coach with us, we probably would have been sunk by the side wave impact already during our first attempt," Lindemann said.

Together with Kelly, he had four sessions with two coaches and swam from Cologne to Koblenz [more than 100 kilometers by car]. Lindemann trained separately each week on the lakes in Mecklenburg. It's both physically challenging and savage identical to being natural.

In 2015, Till started his solo project Lindemann. On the album Skills In Pills, the song Yukon was released, in which the lyrics appeared first, and then the music.

- "My lyrics come from pain rather than desire."

The country boy is big and not much of a talker. That's how the Rammstein members saw him at the start, when they were hanging out at home. "He looked cool, like a big peasant talking one sentence an hour," keyboard player Christian "Flake" Lorenz recalled. - He always had food and vodka. He'd just steal a couple of ducks somewhere and cook them on a tray. And then, frozen like in Sleeping Beauty, there were people lying in corners and on trunks in his house."

Lindemann loves and appreciates home gatherings. This came from my father, who always had guests. “In my opinion, this is the little bit that I inherited from him. Throwing parties and gathering people. Throwing parties and getting people together. He just enjoyed being a good host. The house was always full of guests from Leipzig, from Rostock, foreign guests, even from Kazakhstan.

It was always exciting for him. He stood at the stove, cooked, bought an abundance of wine, and there was always a fire in the garden. At some point he stopped drinking, then he left the party at 21:00 and the whole company continued to feast. And in the morning he got up at four, cleaned and tidied up."

Till Lindemann is about self-digging, overcoming and childish shyness, which is covered by a pumped-up figure of a swimmer. This is how Lindemann decrypts himself:

• “And I really am like a big child - ill-mannered, but harmless. People think that I am always strong, explosive. This is not true. I am sensitive and easily hurt, but in love I am romantic and passionate."

• “At the very beginning, you sit somewhere in a dark room, open a bottle of wine and figure out how to make the lyrics popular with the music. At first you only have a vague idea of ​​what it could be.

And when, three years after recording, mixing, and more mixing, developing the artwork, all this nonsense, then you stand on stage, and what you came up with then really works, when you manage to get 20 thousand people to raise their hands, then you experience incredible sensations."

• “Art is a kind of therapy.

When I feel that something is arising inside me, domineering and is most often dark, I need to give it a way out, otherwise it will simply crush me. So destruction and self-destruction are the two pillars on which my creativity is based.

But everyone chooses this for himself.

• “My lyrics arise from feelings and dreams, but still more from pain than by desire. I often have nightmares, and I wake up at night sweating, as I see terrible bloody scenes in my dreams. My lyrics are a kind of valve for the lava of feelings in my soul.

We are all struggling to hide behind good manners and outward decency, but in fact we are governed by instincts and feelings: hunger, thirst, horror, hatred, the desire for power and sex. Of course, there is also additional energy in us - this is love. Without it, all human feelings would fade away."

- "When you're constantly living someone else's life, it's very hard to get back into your own skin. I like that in principle, but sometimes you start to get confused - are you out of a role or not yet. You're already Till, or you're still a homicidal maniac."

- "I hate the noise. I hate the chatter. I expose myself to it, which is pure masochism. And then I have to protect myself from it. Noise makes you crazy. You die in it."

• “I think there is no God. And if he is and actually allows all the misfortunes on this earth, then he must punish me along with other sufferings. I will not pray to such a god."

This is how the members of Rammstein see Till - flexible and with a split personality:

Guitarist Paul Landers: "Till is so good that when you let him know that his lyrics should go in a different direction, the very next day he brings a new version of the song."

Guitarist Richard Kruspe: “He's a hell of an extreme man. He dives very deeply into situations where I cannot follow him. Everything he does is very extreme; I don't know anyone who does it. "

Drummer Christoph Schneider: "I would not want to be in Till's shoes: his soul is tormented by doubts and contradictions, he is equally a moralist and a monster."

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My take on Till..

What follows is my personal take on Till Lindemann, without ever having met him but i occasionally like to ramble and it's sundaymorning and i don't feel like doing something useful yet...so here goes (will probably be long) 🌻

My feeling is that Till is one of those people who is absolutely genuine and authentic. A person who others would describe simply as 'Till is Till'. I would bet that if someone who knew him 30 or 40 years ago, would meet him again today, they'd instantly recognize him and what he does and feel he hadn't changed a bit (not necessarily meaning his looks, because obviously those have changed over the years). His character seems to be very true to himself. He still has the boy/young man in him and his likes and dislikes probably didn't change much either.

That's not to say that he is a 'simple' man. He has many facets and several more 'extreme' than the average person-in-the-street. But in every facet he is what he is and pursues it because he is completely into it. Whether it's the dark side that comes out in his lyrics and poetry, the cutting or burning himself in his performance art, going on his own back to nature, boozing, sex, partying with like-minded people, childlike humor; he has no hesitation about any of it, gives himself completely because *he* wants it and enjoys doing it, not to please others, or because they tell him to. His entourage, the people that often travel with him and hang out, will probably cater to his likes and not try to impose their own likes on him.

For people he has to deal with professionally (making music, shooting videos, doing interviews etc), the trick will be to find a way that is in Till's broad scala of 'things he likes' and if you succeed, he'll be easy to work with and do what you want, without even much discussion. If you don't, i think he'll loose interest quickly and before you know it, he's off doing something else, and then you're done.

Imo he doesn't suffer from the idea that many people have when they get older, that they can't do the things anymore they did when they were young, *because* they got older. If Till thought it was funny to try and nick snacks from grocery stores, he still thinks it's funny now, where others would think "well, we were young kids then, but it isn't appropriate anymore". That others feel the need to explain his actions with "then he was an 'angry' youngster, now he is a quirky grandpa", doesn't bother him, but i doubt he himself feels an explanation is needed, it's just the way he is.

All in all very much a 'What you see is what you get' kind of guy.

Flake

I think Flake is the easiest one for Till to relate to, because like him, Flake is an authentic person: Flake is always Flake. Imo Till likes Flake's dead-pan, and selfdepreciating humor. They share a dressingroom and although they seem to be completely different people with regards to how to do a concert and who to invite for the afterparty, their combination works well for both of them. And Flake likes Till as Till and trusts him completely. I doubt even if Flake had a reservation about something Till does or says, he'd feel the need to say it to him.

Olli

There are few pictures or stories about specifically Till and Olli together, there is relatively little info on Olli himself (outside of concerts). I think Till appreciates Olli's calm and straightforwardness and Olli likes Till to work with, but other than that they may not have that much in common. Maybe in this case the age-difference is also a factor being the oldest and youngest in the band; an difference of 8 years may not seem much when you're in your 50's, but it is when you're in your 20's, and if you've known eachother for as long as they have, that often lingers on in the way you see eachother when you're older.

Schneider

Schneider is imo the one in the band who appeals to his 'young dude' side most. They share a sense of childlike or boyish humor (the little video of Till playing with his loose fingernail would imo be something that would amuse Schneider as well). When they did the video of Ohne Dich and Till joked with Schneider to have a threesome with one of the dummies. I think Schneider enjoys this side of Till, but doesn't necessarily understand all aspects of Till. He might joke along about sex or the darker lyrics, because he thinks it's all for fun and for a laugh, and then is a bit confused when Till actually writes the lyrics down and 'means' them. I think Till's performance art is way out of Schneider's comfortzone and even out of Schneider's entire frame of reference. (And i still think that Schneider unfollowed the Till_Lindemann_Official account on IG after the 'BJ under the drumstage' video showed up; not that that account is maintained by Till anyway, and nowadays it's mainly used to plug merch, so maybe that's why Schneider unfollowed).

Paul

Paul is the one (also mentioned this in another ramble post) i think who is most acceptant of the extremer sides of Till, up to a certain point. And when in Rammstein, Paul tries to coax Till to stay within certain boundaries. Paul knows how to get Till to only go as far as Paul thinks is okay, secretly imposing his own way on Till, but wrapping it in a way that Till accepts it and goes along. Till likes Paul, his humor, clowning around with him on stage (and probably off it as well). The one thing I think Till doesn't like is when Paul starts arguing or quarreling and he only tolerates it as long as he doesn't have to get involved himself. Without Paul's meddling the band probably wouldn't be what it is today, and in the end that is appreciated, but during the proces, i think Till rather leaves to have a beer or two (or four) and wait for the Paul-storm to have subsided. Paul has probably mellowed down over the years and isn't as blunt or sharp anymore as in his youth, and this makes it easier to relax and have a good time together, but i don't think Paul would soon join Till's entourage.

Richard

Richard is the one Till has known longest and probably best of the band. They lived together when they were young, went on holidays, shared views on sex and relationships and loved to go partying (even though Richard's vice was always more drugs than alcohol, but that didn't matter in having a good time). They also shared the experience of not having a good childhood, and it was probably of comfort to them both to have someone who understood that. And they are a shared family, having a daughter each with the same woman, and for Richard family is no.1. They also complement eachother in their work. There are loads of interviews where Richard is gushing over Till as a writer, a person, a friend, without even having to be asked (he'll just bring up the topic himself). Richard takes his work very seriously, wants to achieve new things and still argues if someone wants to meddle with his creations, and imo (see Paul) this is the part Till would rather skip and not get involved with; i could also see that Till doesn't really *get* the overthinking/worrying side of Richard. Likewise, i think Richard doesn't *get* some of the extremer sides of Till, like the 'Till enjoys pain' aspect (i think Richard hates Till being hurt, even he does it himself). I do think that over the years though that unlike Till, Richard *has* changed; which isn't necessarily bad, he seems to have his drugaddiction under control and having a young daughter maybe calmed him down a bit. Maybe there is also a bit of a midlife crisis going on (some people over 50 feel they have reached their peak and just want to go on relaxed until their pension, but Richard certainly isn't one of those). Imo this has led to the two not being as close as they once were; i think Richard regrets it more than Till. Richard has mentioned how Till doesn't seem to have a lot time, and with that he probably means one-on-one time. From Till's point of view, Richard is the one who changed his fancies and likes (never directly refering to him in interviews but occasionally mentioning not being into something like yoga or therapy, which have helped Richard a lot over the years).

See...told you it would be long...for what it's worth: which is nothing 🍀

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MTV Masters 2004 Rammstein - thoughts

After doing the translation of the MTV Masters 2004 set, i was left with some lingering thoughts and miscellaneous rambles, so here goes.. ❣in no particular order.

Even though it was primarily a collection of snippets from other/older interviews and some making ofs, i liked how it was put together as a sort of "History of Rammstein up until now", too bad part 2 was missing.

Olli might be just as direct and outspoken as Paul, just not as eloquent, and not as bothered to try and get his opinion out (maybe should do a post on Olli alone...probably..).

The Mutter drama

very likely started with Richard (greatly helped with a bunch of cocaine), but after it also everyone says they didn't want to go on with the same type of music, but wanted to experiment...

afaik Richard is one of the more experimental of the band, so while at some point (understandably) they wanted Richard out, I think he was also needed for the new direction...a "can't live with him, can't live without" situation?

because of that shared feeling, i guess a bandcrisis was unavoidable at some point, and maybe it was brought to a head when it was and they worked through it...if it had lingered another few years maybe they'd have said "we've been doing this long enough now, let's quit"

the years after were better, but i think it's only in the recent 2 or 3 years that the band-together-vibe has really returned, but without the corset they all hated, good for them for hanging in all that time

Paul's occassionally shows his sunny smiles when saying a pointed or sharp remark. If you didn't understand the text you might think he just said something really cute, and all the while is dissing something or someone ☀️ not just a ball of sunshine, but one with stings..

Till often doesn't finish sentences, leaves part of it hanging in the air, starts his next thought. I could imagine he prefers to express himself in writing (his poetry and lyrics) instead of talking, especially talking with a journalist where he probably half expects to be misquoted anyway.

The parts about Germany are all the more interesting knowing that 15 years later they did a song on pretty much exact the topic as it is discussed here. I wouldn't be surprised they had rewatched these old interviews and then came up with using the theme for a song. I also agree that the nazi-era, apart from the atrocities and unspeakable harm it did to people, also very much crippled the germans with guilt, making it impossible to look further away in the past without linking it to the later nazi years (a lot of harmless things from before get a connotation it originally didn't have because the nazi era tainted it) and not being able to move on in the future because the guilt couldn't be let go. If only they'd ever do a 'making of' or interview about the song "Deutschland" i'd be very interested on their thoughts...but i don't have much hope anymore for that...

The scenes with Schneider and Paul on a couch, Paul telling Schneider he's the best actor, Schneider sort of embarrassed reacting and then Paul reconsidering and coming to the conclusion that he's not sure about actor Schneider and talking, but concluding he is really good at looking in certain directions 😁 that must be a prime example of Paulinist remarks, on the one hand cute and funny and generous, and then with one sentence basically pinpointing what Schneider can't do ☀️

Richard admitting having to be unhappy to "create" and sometimes creating drama to trigger that is very revealing, self-aware, unsettling and in a way very sad.. i hope he has come to terms better with it later in life and can also use music from a happier core (like when he writes songs for his children), but deep down, this is his drive and probably still is..

Love Paul's metaphores, he always has one (or three) at hand on any topic. When interviewed along bandmates he's quite restless though, moving around a lot..

Felt sad for Till when he talks about writting stuff off of his soul and afterwards "feeling a bit better, a tiny bit" I wanted to reach in and hug him ❣

At this point in time the Mutter drama is forgiven but not quite forgotten, I think especially Paul will be one to regularly have referred back to it in the first years after the crisis. At least the last couple of years it seems to have been really layed to rest (apart from maybe a little inside joke like old friends have).

Although I always think Schneider is the most levelheaded of the bunch, he does seem to occassionally not "get" what is going on, he seems occassionally vague. That too changed later on, nowadays he seems the most stabil one to interview (well, Flake as well but you can have Flake just reminisce old bandstories and don't have to ask questions 💓)

Schneider for that matter also seems to, by the time of the interview, still remember there was a crisis, but is starting to forget the details, that is probably for the better, no use rehashing everything, but i'd bet some of the others took longer..

Richard is very analytical about what happened and also imo very honest, like mentioning when in the early days they did something funny, that wasn't their intension and only later learned to laugh about themselves. Other people would just have twisted a story like, but he just says it as he thinks it was. He seems very much to say what he feels at the time (not that a next time he won't say something different, but then *that* is what he feels). This must probably also have gotten him into spots of trouble over the years.

Till just lights up (no not like that 😊) when he hears the pyro guys, next time someone manages to catch him for an interview they should just let him give a masterclass on pyrotechnics and ask the questions in between so he doesn't have to bother with the standard interview-situation and just do his own thing.

There is not a lot of Flake in these interviews, while we know now that Flake is actually one of the better storytellers, maybe he was used to let others do the talking at the time, or maybe he was strugling with his alcohol addiction that he talks about in his books and his happy to let tune out.

I think Richard once mentioned in a different interview that he likes to work in a team but isn't a teamplayer; what i take from these interview snippets that he loves the band and very much wants the band to be well.. later he wrote an Emigrate song for them (a band he doesn't tour with, afraid he'd like it better than Rammstein..😙 he a worrier at heart i think..).

Paul gets interviewed in various combinations with bandmates at the time, but i don't think from those years there is a combination of him and Richard. But much much later (2016), when they are interviewed together at the Rammstein in amerika premiere, they completely make up for it and have loads of fun. Ofcourse that's exactly the difference 10+ years can make, but good for them to have given it a shot and finding common ground after all (and even managing to be soft to eachother...aaaww those two 💕)

Schneider casually calling Paul 'Paulchen' as an endearing term and Paul not even batting an eye is very cute, but also shows that they regularly call him that (nothing much to do with his size imo)

Paul having the last word is probably typical, but what a sweet way to end this show, saying he really likes all of them, empasizing again 'really' and he is glad they are all still alive 💗 apart from that that is very cute, i also think they did worry about one or the other bandmate and their lifestyle (in keeping with the interview not naming names here) i hope that part of their wildness has mellowed down by now...the first remark also is a foresight to a 2017 interview with Paul where he mentions they have really nice chemistry at that time...so glad their bandlife did become better over the years.

All in all...the really are a 6-man-marriage...aren't they 💖

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“Werner Lindemann: Mike Oldfield in the rocking chair.

Vater und Sohn

The father does not understand the son's love life. There is the loyal girl M. from R. who takes the arduous trip to the countryside almost every weekend to see the son and spend the night with him in the attic. But after her departure, it rages vigorously elsewhere every time. For example, in the "Dorfbums", as the son calls it, after which another girl foolishly fears that she is pregnant.

But the father also doesn't understand many other things about his son, for example the taste in music. "Why," he wonders, "doesn't the guy even hear classical works?" And the hairstyle, terrible: "You should go to the hairdresser." The boorish behavior, unbearable: The boy "belches like a sheep when ruminating".

Long before he became world famous with his band Rammstein, the 19-year-old Till Lindemann lived with his father in the countryside in Mecklenburg for some time in the early 1980s, where he began an apprenticeship as a wheelwright in an agricultural production cooperative. The father, Werner Lindemann, was a well-known author of children's and youth books in the GDR and lived in a farmhouse in the Zickhusen municipality. He recorded the complicated life together with his son in irregular diary form, the book first appeared in the GDR shortly before the fall of the wall. Now, supplemented by a detailed interview with the now 57-year-old Till Lindemann, it has been reissued under the title "Mike Oldfield in a rocking chair".

Till means in the book Timm, which was a rather listless and useless pseudonym even back then, as Lindemann junior thinks. The portrait of his youth was made without his consent: "I didn't like it at all that my father just published it without asking me. Everyone knew that I was the Timm in the book. That was too much insight into my life." , says Till in the afterword. At the time, he knew that his father kept a diary about their male community, but not that he intended to publish it. Till Lindemann explains the six years that elapsed between the events described in 1982 and the first appearance in 1988 by explaining that the text was too risky for his father's publishing house. It contains "a number of critical thoughts on the GDR", both from the father and the son. For example, the two philosophize about the meaning and nonsense of making over. A publisher was only found shortly before the fall of the Berlin Wall, which is why it "almost became a turning book".

In retrospect, however, the delicate regime criticisms of the GDR leadership and their utilities for socialism are much less exciting than a father's observations about the relationship with his son. Werner Lindemann prefixed the book with the sentence: "Young trees have trouble getting up in the shadow of the old ones."

The life situation of the Lindemann family in the early 1980s was such that Till's parents were still a couple, but lived separately. The shy man Werner had fled to the country with his three cats Mulle, Billi, Puschi, worked on his poems and the dilapidated house and marinated herring.

The mother Gitta, a cultural journalist, lived with Till and his younger sister in Rostock. Till, on the other hand, was already exceptionally experienced for a young person, especially in the GDR, because he had spent a lot of time in various European swimming pools as a competitive swimmer in his youth.

When he finally moved in with his father to start the apprenticeship as a wheelwright, where he was supposed to learn how to produce agricultural equipment from wood, he and his father were strangers because they had hardly seen each other for years. Werner Lindemann suffered from this and made his cautious, awkward approaches to the son on the subject of the book: "My thoughts circle around one point: How do I make my son a friend?"

He, who describes himself as a "loneliness worker", tries desperately to understand the life of the 19-year-old and comes into an inevitable conflict between the generations because the child, who has long been a young adult, does not readily adapt to the familiarization game lets in. That's why the first few weeks look like this from the father's point of view: "I'm talking about my parents, estate workers full of humility. My son listens for a while, gets up, yawns and goes out of the room. Insulted, I walk to the wild pear tree and back."

Werner Lindemann suffers from the typical intellectual illness that, although he anticipates the problems of relationships and reflects them in theory, he cannot avoid them himself in practice. He does his part in the disputes. On the one hand, he understands that "like many young people" his boy suffers from "that we adults expect what we expect from them". On the other hand, he can't help rubbing his son's nose constantly, how good he is, and that he, the father, has a much more difficult childhood under his belt. That is why he also wants the son to pay him 150 marks "maintenance contribution" per month. "I don't need this 'fare', but the boy has to understand that money is necessary for life, that it is not given to him."

Pointed and touching, Werner Lindemann describes the old dilemma of all relationships, that you feel particularly close to your fellow human beings, especially in their absence, while you are being screwed up in their presence. When the son is at work, the father climbs into his room: "It doesn't mean a happy fart comes out of an annoying ass. I climb into the attic, select a record from the stack: Mike Oldfield. Never heard of it. I listen the music. Nice! Very nice indeed! But why does it have to be heard out loud? "

The father is surprised that the major incidents - the son drives his Trabant to scrap, 2000 marks damage - hardly upset him, but the small ones do. When Till alias Timm trudges carelessly through the freshly cleaned house one day with mud boots, there is a scuffle between father and son: "Where there are no arguments, you use your fists - I take a swing, strike. Timm defends himself. I stumble , fall on the steps of the house entrance. "

This struggle is at the end of the book, and even if the father suggests reconciliation, a little happy ending, it led to the break between the two. The struggle, according to the son in the epilogue, "was actually the trigger for me to leave".

He only read his father's notes and his view of the conflict much later. Why a kind of counter-representation of the father-son years would be a nice addition to this text from his point of view - Till Lindemann's autobiography is still pending anyway. The father did not live to see the son's success, he died of cancer in 1993. A year later, Till Lindemann founded Rammstein.

Werner Lindemann: Mike Oldfield in the rocking chair. Father's Notes. With an afterword by Till Lindemann. Kiepenheuer & Witsch, Cologne 2020. 213 pages, 12 euros.”

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