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Format: CD
Cat. No.: METRCD194
Barcode: 698458119421
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| | Wilkommen to Cafe Bierkeller, where the steins keep coming and the entertainment is precisely formulated for when the head is light and the belly is full of pretzels. Waltzes, polkas, marches: many call it "oompah" music. We just call it "oompah" music. We just call it music. Eine Kleine Biermusik - a little beer music to help proceedings go mit ein swing! |
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In Munchen Steht Ein Hofbrauhaus | |
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Phyllis Und Die Mutter | |
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Das War Der Herr Von Rodenstein | |
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Muss I Denn, Muss I Denn Zum Stadtele ‘Naus | |
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Es Zogen Drei Buschen Wohl Uber Den Rhein | |
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Café Bierkeller is Bavaria’s finest beer-drinking establishment, deep in the heart of Munich, where your host’s heart is as big as the steins in which we serve the lager-beer. I am Helmut, and I hope you enjoy your night of drinking and dancing in the Bavarian style.
We have been serving beer here at Café Bierkeller since 1906, when the revolution in industrial beer-making techniques made Munich the centre of the beer-drinking world. Whisper it quietly, meinen freunden, but when Herr Sedlmayer went to Britain in the mid-1800s he came back with a few secrets from your breweries, and he used them to put the finishing touches to Germany’s finest product: bier.
We applied your techniques to our strict rules: since 1516 we have only used the ingredients of water, malted barley, hops and yeast. And then, in the 1970s we sent it back, as export, calling it lager. You might have won the World Cup in 1966, but we had the last, how do you say it? We had the last of the laughs. Your national drink was warm and brown and flat. Now it is cold and golden and fizzy.
Yes, we can put out an XI that is better than the one that would have won the World Cup 40 years ago but for the short-sightedness of a Russian linesman. A team which rolls off the tongue as sweetly as it slips down the throat; the top selling beers in Germany, every one a king with a foamy crown on the head. In goal Krombacher; in defence Warsteiner, Bitburger, Oettinger und Velting; our mechanical midfield of Hasseroder, Konig, Holstein und Radeberger; up the front the effervescent Beck’s und ‘Der Bomber’ Paulaner. Ja, Paulaner, with a kick as hard as Gerd Muller, the hero of Germany, who used to come here and sink a stein or five and dance to the finest music in the world.
And where would beer be without music to dance to? The alcohol content of the golden ocean in the steins hits the head and the body desires an accompaniment to the swaying that beer-drinking induces. And so we have a type of music which allows for the body’s natural tendencies when the head is light and the belly is full of beer and pretzels. Waltzes, polkas, marches: you call it oompah for the ‘oom’ of the tuba and the ‘pah’ of the clarinet. We just call it music. Eine kleine Biermusik, a little beer-music to help the evening go mit ein swing.
And all the great and the good of modern day Germany have passed through Café Bierkeller to drink and dance to the classics of Bavarian music, like Hans und Leisl, Urbummelied, Die Lorelei and, of course, and always finally, Auf Wiedersein. And also your favourite tunes given that oompah treatment, like We are the Champions, and Come on Baby (ooh, ja!). Ja, they have all stood on their pews, linking their arms and brandishing their steins: Der Kaiser, Franz Beckenbauer, who has the hips of a snake; Boris Becker with that booming serve and wonderful, all-court athleticism; Marlene Dietrich, who could drink and smoke more than my grandfather; Gerhard Schroeder, who supped red wine to please the French but knew how to down a stein of Starkbier like the best of them.
Und every year the drinking and the dancing comes to a frothy head with a festival we have at the end of September which we paradoxically call the Oktoberfest, when the world, including a particularly large proportion of the population of Australia, comes to Munich to join in the fun. And what fun. People say we are a serious race. But not after they have seen us party.
Best of all, this year, we are having a Doppelfest, a double party. Because in June we will enjoy the Junyfest, the World Cup, a festival of football, where the fans of the best footballing nations will come to Germany and join in. They will learn to drink our beer, German style; they will learn to sway with the ‘oom’ of the tuba, that coiled up megatrumpet with 18 feet of piping, and the ‘pah’ of the clarinet, that sweet instrument with the charm of the snake.
They will come from Togo, they will come from the Ukraine, they will come from Brazil, they will come from Korea. They will come from all over the world to buy our lederhosen and feathered hats, and join in the spirit of our national party. We have had a million great parties here at the Café Bierkeller, but this will be the Mutter und Vater of them all. I say it again, Willkommen, meinen Damen und Herren, welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Café Bierkeller, where fun, like all the nouns in German, comes with a capital ‘F’.
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