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Photo: Daniel Porsdorf

The FIL on the hill
Concert and standup

In German

In his new show, Fil descends from the mountain he’s been living on since his ninth birthday. Ever since that day when his mother took him aside and said, “you're better than the others, boy. You've just got more going for you than your playmates do, I mean – God save them, but look at them: they're kids. You tower over them.”
“I realised that a long time ago,” Fil answered her, with a hint of a smile. “But it doesn't matter.”
“And on top of that, you're the humblest boy in the universe,” his mother added in a tear-strained voice. “Make sure people notice that as well.”
So Fil rose up to his mountain (that's a metaphorical mountain, like The Magic Mountain, though, I believe, that's actually a real mountain, so it's more like a mountain of debt, which should actually be called a pit of debt, right? Fuck, I'm getting so much right now, there’s smoke coming out my ears) and spent the next few decades concentrating on not making too big of a deal out of his grandeur.
He became a comedian. Perhaps the best that ever existed in Germany. Definitely the most modest.
He completed up to 150 performances a year, in the most lefty-filthy self-governing shack of culture, the most uncharismatic multi-purpose hall, the most converted barn in the most desolate province. He performed at every wedding, every graduation party, every mass dismissal. Whoever asked, had their wish granted.
The only things he rejected were the television offers. Anything that could increase his success he avoided like the plague and traipsed instead through Pforzheim, Cloppenburg, Leer, Erkner, Schwedt, Schwachhausen, Wheezechapel, Spotofpestilence and Hamburg.
In these haunts, he always gave it his all, never taking the easy way out, making every night a unique and irretrievable gem.
For the people, who often just happened to be there – and were rarely more than two dozen.
“It was amazingly good,” said these ordinary people afterwards and went home to their internet routers without fully grasping what they had just seen.
Fil was happy. He was happy because he was able to live out his two great talents: modesty and genius.
It would have been nice if all of humanity would also have loved him warmly and deeply, but that already didn't work out so well with Jesus.
And now, a new show once again.
Just like every year by the way.
Different from last year.
And you should also know: Fil has already written two novels and drawn over 40 comic books, plays guitar, piano, bass and flute, and was once together with Cher.

And something else convenes in FIL: professionalism and dilettantism. The result is cultivated chaos. (...) and that’s funny? I swear, it is”. (Titanic magazine)

He's is really good, even though he's funny.” (Hamburger Morgenpost)

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