Yes, yes, yes!
Oh, TBC. Of course I know them. It’s been ages since I’ve been to one of their shows, though. That was, cough, you know, in the last century. In the 80s. When they were still small and more of an inside tip.

BTW, the Lower Franconian version goes like this:

It’s nice to be a Preiss,
It’s higher to be a Bayer,
But the nicest I can denk,
is to be an Underfr?nk.

Claudia - feeling all fuzzy and warm

Does this make us a Frankenblog?

Dann kennst Du bestimmt TBC (’Total Bamberger Cabaret’, oder sollte ich eher sagen, Dodal Bamberger Gabaredd). In one of their sketches, various sorts of German are saying their bedtime prayers:

‘O Herr, ich bin Preusse — Scheisse!’
‘O Herr, ich bin Schwabe; rette meine Seele, falls ich eine habe.’
‘O Herr, ich bin Franke. Danke!’

I cannot claim the joy of being Franconian, but I lived in W?rzburg for a number of years, and have eaten Meefischli.

[snort]

I’m Franconian. Which is, like, the people from Northern Bavaria. Not to be confused with Bavarians.

I think BAP was Bl?ck F??s light for non-K?lner. Or something like that.

Anyway, perhaps it’s the just the K?lschophobe in me, but I was never a fan. (And aren’t Bl?ck F??s the band for real K?lner anyway?)

See, I knew when I wrote this post, that I’d slip somewhere and do something stupid.

What I always think of when I write “Kristallnacht” is the BAP song — German band that still exists, I think, and that I had a thing for back in the early 1980s. Their song is deeply creepy and upsetting, echoing the horror of 1938. Small excuse, but there you have it.