Martin Frank: Wahrscheinlich liegt's an mir

Maybe today I'll complain about milk alternatives and tomorrow I'll be diagnosed with lactose intolerance. Maybe today I'll make fun of gender and tomorrow I'll feel like a hydrangea in the body of an orchid. Maybe today I'll stick myself publicly on the main road and tomorrow I'll go on a private cruise through the Mediterranean with my mom.

Speaking of cruising, I've now reached my thirties and still don't know where I'm going. I should probably be awake. Instead, I have to google how to even write that. All these fanatical do-gooders annoy me just as much as they don't care about everything. You've noticed that it's not really concrete. If you still don't want to buy the cat in a dressing gown, I understand.

Maybe it will help if I tell you what not to expect from this program. I won't sing Michael Wendler's latest hit. I won't fry scrambled eggs on stage. I won't ask for her cell phone number. The only question that really interests me at the moment is: Does Mozart even know about the bullets?

Oh, but I should issue a trigger warning just in case. Because something in this program is sure to hurt feelings. Be it my absurd observations from everyday life, presented in my country-rustic style, or an Italian aria that will make you remember your forceps birth. By the way, I am of the opinion that cabaret and comedy are more like a choice of people. Either you like me and we spend a nice evening together or you just don't like me and send me your mother-in-law. How you twist or turn it: It's probably up to me!"

(language: German).