Stephan Zinner

Stephan Zinner has the blues. This does not mean that he is downcast; on the contrary. With the energy characteristic of the blues, he embarks on a journey to the roots of the blues. And these roots are not, as many think, solely in the Mississippi Delta in the southern USA; no, they also lie in Trostberg in Upper Bavaria. Of course, there are no cotton fields there, but corn fields, and you don't meet the devil at the crossroads, but at the local savings bank on the corner. Instead of bourbon, they drink Rüscherl, but the women can drive you to despair there as well, the work is hard, the rich are rich, the poor are poor, and only music can save you. So, Zinner picks up the guitar and, with the support of a true devil of a man named Peter Pichler, will howl the blues, preach the gospel, and dance until the devil himself gets dizzy. Praise the Lord and rock on!