Martin Frank: Wahrscheinlich liegt's an mir

In the organizer's words:

You want to know what my new cabaret program is about? I have to disappoint you. I can't tell you today what kind of act I'll be performing tomorrow. Maybe today I'll make fun of milk alternatives and tomorrow I'll be diagnosed with lactose intolerance. Maybe today I'll make fun of gender stereotyping and tomorrow I'll feel like a hydrangea in an orchid's body. Maybe today I'll stick myself on the highway in public and tomorrow I'll go on a private cruise through the Mediterranean with my mom.

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, rendered in my country-rustic style, or the one Italian aria that will remind you of your forceps birth.

If you ask me, cabaret and comedy is more like a choice of person anyway. Either you like me and we spend a nice evening together or you don't like me and send me your mother-in-law. Whichever way you look at it: It's probably me!