Opinion
How I will have read a book
by Patrick Bardelli
Ciao Endo, I will miss you
16.3.2022
Translation: machine translated
Now a few weeks have passed since Endo Anaconda died. The frontman of Stiller Has succumbed to cancer at the beginning of February at the age of 66. My farewell.
Ciao Endo. We never met in person, but I always felt close to you. That's why I needed a little time to sort out my thoughts about your death.
My career as a Stiller Has fan began in 2005, when I was sitting in my now wife's kitchen at three o'clock in the morning, freshly in love. Everything new, everything exciting, everything still uncertain. What will become of it? Well, it became 17 years of relationship including family. Still counting. And you are "partly to blame".
Breakfast at three in the morning
"What do you think of Stiller Has?", Daniela asked me in her kitchen, looking deep into my blue eyes. "Uh ..., no idea?". I had heard up to that night only straight "Aare" already once and probably the access to your texts not yet so found. But that should change abruptly in the next moment. CD in the player, clack, lid closed and go:
After the first few bars of "Znüüni näh" I was hooked: brilliant lyrics, brilliant music by Balz Nill and Schifer Schafer. A revelation at three in the morning in a Kleinbasel kitchen.
We are all Walliseller
Since then I was and am firstly a fan and secondly sure that this will become something serious with the beautiful one in the kitchen. A woman who finds such music good, I find good. Thank you for your mediation services.
17 years have passed since that night in March. Our daughter is now a teenager who has not (yet) found access to your lyrics. Quite the daddy just. And countless CDs and concerts with Stiller Has later, one thing is still certain: deep down, we are all Wallisellers who take our snack at nine in the morning and feed the Moudi. With your songs, you have often beaten me about the ears with my Swiss sensitivities wonderfully mercilessly.
And yet your lyrics dealing with your Austrian roots have dug into my soul the most. "St. Veit" and the thing with the two hearts in the chest. One on the left, the other on the right. And if one heart is doing well, the other heart is doing badly.
A few days ago, Daniela suddenly stood next to me, with a book in her hand. For the radio she made a contribution to the reading series of "Sofareisen" in 2006. Your collected short stories about the infinite difficulty of human existence. Especially your own.
Mit dem Leben ist es ähnlich wie mit dem Snowboarden. Entweder man kann es oder man kann es nicht.
At that time she asked you for an autograph for me. As I type these lines, "St. Veit" in my ears, it lies on the desk in front of me. It almost feels like your farewell message just for me. Somehow, a piece of your own history always dies with you when an artist leaves. I felt that way with David Bowie, with Prince and now with you.
Take care Endo. I will miss you.
Patrick Bardelli
Senior Editor
Patrick.Bardelli@digitecgalaxus.chFrom radio journalist to product tester and storyteller, jogger to gravel bike novice and fitness enthusiast with barbells and dumbbells. I'm excited to see where the journey'll take me next.
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