Stephan Zinner

Stephan Zinner has the blues. This does not mean he is downcast; on the contrary. With the energy that is characteristic of the blues, he embarks on a journey to the roots of the blues. And these roots do not lie, 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 cornfields, and you won’t meet the devil at the crossroads, but rather at the local savings bank on the corner. Instead of bourbon, they drink Rüscherl, but the women can drive you to despair there too, 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-may-care guy named Peter Pichler, will howl the blues, preach the gospel, and dance to the point that even Satan will get dizzy. Praise the Lord and rock on!

"That it would not be an ordinary cabaret evening was already indicated by the stage setting at the Lustspielhaus...

Especially Zinner's vocal power was something one had never heard before... Highly recommended (...) how funny and thus liberating the blues can be (Süddeutsche Zeitung)