Till Lindemann (Rammstein) at the opening of ‘In stillen Nächten’.
At the opening of the exhibition ‘In stillen Nächten’, the Rammstein singer and poet Till Lindemann is within reach, and yet unattainable. Report and photos from the vernissage.
Onsite Berlin, Saturday evening, light rain. Metal Hammer stands in front of the Fresh Eggs gallery on Auguststraße, waiting in a horde of 200 excited people for the Rammstein singer, Till Lindemann. The opening of his exhibition, ‘In Stillen Nächten’, takes place “in the presence of the artist”, as announced in advance on the Internet and on the invitation leaflet.
For this reason, not only the local art- and poetry-lovers flock inside the gallery, located in the trendy Berlin-Mitte, to see the exhibited illustrations, but also Rammstein fans, all dressed in black. Arrived here are girls in their mid-twenties, dressed to kill and with red lipstick, and long-haired young men in ‘Völkerball’ t-shirts, plus a noticeably loud gentleman with a Captain’s hat on his head.
Anxious wait for Till Lindemann
People sips champagne or beer whilst suspiciously eyeing the erect penises, breasts and layers of fat which are unequivocally exhibited in subtle frames on the walls, creating the accompaniment to Till Lindemann’s poems, printed with black ink on chastely white paper, hanging next to them.
The motley crowd has one common goal; to finally meet the revered singer Till Lindemann in person, to exchange a few words or even to get an autograph. But Lindemann doesn’t come. Rumors about his arrival make the rounds, just to prove to be false a short time later, the crowd is pushing around inside the gallery, then outside, but the artist is nowhere to be seen. Shy glances are cast on the poems and pictured displayed in the two rooms, which are mainly taken out of the poetry book, ‘In stillen Nächten’, publicized in 2013, as Metal Hammer reported.
Then finally, the time has come, Lindemann has arrived.
The Rammstein singer as a shy artist
Dressed in black and with a woolen cap on his head, he comes trudging through the light rain and the first fans are running up to meet him. Commotion erupts in the gallery, everyone is flocking indoors, but Lindemann takes the back entrance. He appears just briefly once inside, smiling and waving shyly at the crowd, but avoids any eye contact. Then he disappears into the back room. The crowd looks on in disbelief – was this it?
No autographs? No conversations?
A young lady in a wheelchair was right at the front, to be as close to the action as possible, but Lindemann just showed up once, walked past the assembly, jokingly asking his fellow exhibitioner Matthies if he would have to make a speech. Then he immediately shied away from the crowd’s demands, and after a few seconds for panicky cell phone photos, he silently disappears out of sight for the fans with a final wave. Disbelief all around.
Those who counted on speaking with the fiery raging, martially invocating singer, or just wanted an autograph, were to be bitterly disappointed this evening. But ‘In stillen Nächten’ is not about Rammstein. It’s about the person Till Lindemann, the reclusive civilian, the sensitive artist who made his poetry book, and this exhibition, a view into his core, perhaps even into his soul.
As it seems, it’s still to be marveled on up until the 22nd of March 2014, at the Fresh Eggs gallery. And most likely, you get closer to the people behind Rammstein through interesting reading and a moment’s pause, rather than through a short ‘Hello’ and an autograph scribbled in a book. The theme of the evening was, after all: In STILL [silent] nights.
By S. Kessler
Translation by Murray
Original Source: Metal Hammer Online