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Myriam Wittlin & Urs Bosshardt – Herzen
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I'm in love... Her name is Myriam Wittlin. His name is Urs Bosshardt. They're 30 years apart in age.
She is perky, powerful and feminine in a simple little dress, he - gentle and quiet - looks like (and is!) a storyteller with a hat, inspires a warm trust at first sight.
I could listen to both of them all night long, just like that - and tell them about myself afterwards. Why what they do would, by definition, be classified as 'cabaret' is beyond me. The only thing that is small on this evening is the arbour roof of the Jardin Salon Anuk, where they unpack their guitars and stories, protected from the rain. Myriam's voice shimmers and soars to myriad colors as he sings softly and rather conversationally - he's telling, after all. These two have the great, delightful ability to make everything into a story in a lively and unpretentious way: a look, a smile, the gesture with which they raise the water glass to their mouth, a guitar chord or a stammered word. Together they add up to a concentrated presence, warmth of heart and pure joy in good lyrics and simple melodies - in the deeply human things that connect us: the brokenness and beauty of the world, our struggling and longing, our serenity even in the most futile failure.
Salon Anuk, one of Kleinbasel's secret cultural venues, was host today to the program "Hearts," texts and songs about loving that are close to the hearts of the acting duo: a treasure chest of discoveries, conversations, and inspirations that they have filled to the brim over the years of being neighbors at the kitchen table. I can best imagine how that went down, with wine or beer and a risotto while sharing. It is probably quite similar in the backyard of Klingentalstrasse this evening, as if the programme were only emerging here from a few pre-drawn pen strokes, so freely and spontaneously do the words and sounds resonate, so informally and amusingly do the two of them deal with small 'slip-ups', which are actually none, but only conjure up even more intimacy. We sit in the dripping summer rain and listen spellbound to the colourful mix of poems, texts and songs (from Frisch, Monzo and Gernhardt to Fried, Villon, Hesse, Cohen and Morgenstern). Wetness and splashing have long since ceased to be a nuisance; on the contrary, they seem to form the perfect sensual-melancholic backdrop to the simplicity, thoughtfulness and warmth of the texts. Boredom through cleverly chosen alternation of the high-spirited, the merry, the cheerful, the whimsical, the longing and the painful.
At the end I just want to 'heart' the two of them, that's just the way it is when you're in love....
from Kulturblog-basel.ch by Galabina Ivanova
Note: This text was translated by machine translation software and not by a human translator. It may contain translation errors.
She is perky, powerful and feminine in a simple little dress, he - gentle and quiet - looks like (and is!) a storyteller with a hat, inspires a warm trust at first sight.
I could listen to both of them all night long, just like that - and tell them about myself afterwards. Why what they do would, by definition, be classified as 'cabaret' is beyond me. The only thing that is small on this evening is the arbour roof of the Jardin Salon Anuk, where they unpack their guitars and stories, protected from the rain. Myriam's voice shimmers and soars to myriad colors as he sings softly and rather conversationally - he's telling, after all. These two have the great, delightful ability to make everything into a story in a lively and unpretentious way: a look, a smile, the gesture with which they raise the water glass to their mouth, a guitar chord or a stammered word. Together they add up to a concentrated presence, warmth of heart and pure joy in good lyrics and simple melodies - in the deeply human things that connect us: the brokenness and beauty of the world, our struggling and longing, our serenity even in the most futile failure.
Salon Anuk, one of Kleinbasel's secret cultural venues, was host today to the program "Hearts," texts and songs about loving that are close to the hearts of the acting duo: a treasure chest of discoveries, conversations, and inspirations that they have filled to the brim over the years of being neighbors at the kitchen table. I can best imagine how that went down, with wine or beer and a risotto while sharing. It is probably quite similar in the backyard of Klingentalstrasse this evening, as if the programme were only emerging here from a few pre-drawn pen strokes, so freely and spontaneously do the words and sounds resonate, so informally and amusingly do the two of them deal with small 'slip-ups', which are actually none, but only conjure up even more intimacy. We sit in the dripping summer rain and listen spellbound to the colourful mix of poems, texts and songs (from Frisch, Monzo and Gernhardt to Fried, Villon, Hesse, Cohen and Morgenstern). Wetness and splashing have long since ceased to be a nuisance; on the contrary, they seem to form the perfect sensual-melancholic backdrop to the simplicity, thoughtfulness and warmth of the texts. Boredom through cleverly chosen alternation of the high-spirited, the merry, the cheerful, the whimsical, the longing and the painful.
At the end I just want to 'heart' the two of them, that's just the way it is when you're in love....
from Kulturblog-basel.ch by Galabina Ivanova
Note: This text was translated by machine translation software and not by a human translator. It may contain translation errors.