The fact that this Christian Springer talks like the proverbial waterfall, breathless, without a period or comma, and at a volume that could compete with airplanes taking off, is nothing new. This is how he has been known for years on and off stage: full commitment, unconditional commitment, resolute fight against the injustices of the world, and there is truly more than enough of that. “So many topics!”, he says in the Lustspielhaus at the beginning of “Not equal”, his tenth solo program, and dives off: from the Kassel “Anti-Semitika” to the tank discount and wind power to nuclear war and the gender star. Pretty much wood. Only: it sometimes takes quite a long time for the ax to finally whiz down.
It’s a bit surprising how much energy and time this eternally driven guy squanders on comparatively irrelevant side scenes. He paints the picture of milk boiling over, i.e. of the escalating warmonger Putin, so extensively, colorfully and with so much verve that the conclusion (“Stay with it and be careful!”) pales next to it. His stories are great eye-openers, as always researched down to the last detail. For example, the 1962 Civil Protection Ordinance, which is still valid today in the event of a nuclear war: books in front of the window, briefcase over your head!
Or the revealing pod of Mick Jagger and Leni Riefenstahl: In 1974, the superstar invited the former Nazi superstar to London to have photos taken of himself and his Bianca, knowing full well what a great excitement that would be. Years later, when the zeitgeist was finally more critical of Riefenstahl, he pretended in an SZ interview that he couldn’t remember – and so Über-Mick was knocked off his pedestal with a few sentences. Springer no longer has to be as loud as his mother used to be in the fruit and vegetable shop in Truderinger, who had to yell at Riem to avoid the aircraft noise.