Collected wrecking balls
Sascha Thamm had initially considered calling his solo program Pilgern für Genießer - mit dem Braunkohlebagger auf dem Jakobsweg (Pilgrims for Connoisseurs - with the Brown Coal Excavator on the Way of St. James), but quickly discarded the idea as the title seemed a bit unwieldy. He didn't actually think Ich krähe was was du nicht liest was bad either, but concerns were raised because the title didn't fulfill all his wishes in terms of marketing strategy.
So Gesammelte Abrissbirnen. You simply can't go wrong with wrecking balls. They caress the foundations of the mother tongue like tender buds, lay them in ruins for seconds and immediately create new, equally flowery images on the wasteland. A brute punchline density, so to speak, that falls on fertile ground.
The world of Sascha Thamm is a world between meticulous observation of apparent trivialities and complete disinterest in the social must haves. Star Wars? Never seen one. Fitness bracelet with pedometer? For what? You can tell the difference yourself whether you're exercising or barely managing to open the third bag of onion rings on the couch because your fingers are so greasy.Instagram? Watching some heiopeis artificially pimp themselves and their world? No, Thamm's world is real. It oscillates somewhere between bourgeoisie and punk rock, between mowing the lawn before midday and an unruly wildflower meadow.
Eloquent, straight from the heart, funny, right on the money.