Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's true: after 20+ years of adulation, I'm finally getting my chance to see Nina Hagen perform live.
Nina, in case I don't get to meet you backstage tonight--although my friend who's producing the damn thing has more or less assured me that he'll introduce us if I, you know, perform a, um, favor for him--let me just say that I'm a huge fan. And all that stuff I said about your penchant for clairvoyant space aliens? I take it back. Well, kinda. I mean, it's a little kooky--and not in the healthy, eccentric, Diana Vreeland way. But whatever: if you wanna run your own psychic UFO hotline, that's your freaking Gesch�ft, I suppose. Boogie on down to the beat of your own drum machine, that's what I say.
On a related note, your web designer must be shot. Or perhaps defenestrated? Drawn and quartered? Tarred and feathered? Well, you're German--I'm sure you'll think of something....
