Christof Spörk - Maximo Songs

Christof Spörk has written many songs. And he can sing a song about what it’s like to live in the most beautiful country of latent dissatisfaction, pardon, in the most dissatisfied country of latent beauty. Others may indulge in homeland or love songs. Spörk has rather crooned about noise barriers, business parks, or snow cannons. Always in the hope that they might stop disfiguring the country because of his singing. Spörk's songs always love life, even when life is often loveless.

With "Maximo Lieder," the PhD political scientist and proclaimed jazz singer Spörk returns to his roots. In 2001, he founded an Austro-Cuban project called "Maximo Lieder," a musically satirical allusion to the rock star among strong men, the - may Karl Marx bless him! - long-deceased "Máximo Líder" Fidel Castro. Back then, even the ORF was convinced that the era of strong leaders and dictators was over. That’s why Karl Moik had to go. Paradise seemed near. But far from it. We are currently experiencing a renaissance of equally "strong" yet intellectually modest men, to whom one would actually be better off not entrusting a dog. Although, most of them love their dog more than their country anyway.

Not only dog owners feel they are in the wrong century. The famous bird, which every eligible voter can call their own, is dying in many minds. Probably the feed supply is inadequate. Too much of everything. Too little edible. Smartphones may be more convenient than newspapers. But unlike Homo Sapiens, birds are reluctant to eat hot air or alternative facts. At least one kernel (of truth) should always be present. With the birds now.

But please don’t worry: "Maximo Lieder" Spörk does not provide hasty answers. However, he might ask some of the right questions. Does world history belong to the species of ruminants? If so, are we, the history-writing humans, more like goats or sheep, as a leading world religion claims? Or: why do we pay attention to kindergarten teachers being good people while accusing politicians of the same? Why are assholes in male bodies admired for their assertiveness? Yes, why do we allow ourselves to be led by complete idiots day after day? Are we perhaps on a collective sales trip for AI? And why does a missing "i" turn the most beautiful of all arts, MUSIC, into a spiritually neglected, bitterly poor multimillionaire who believes he must save the world?

From January 2026 and then repeatedly: Maximo Lieder! Because what the world needs now is: Liedership!