One activity in this Bavarian Hopfenland ("Hops Country") was at a local farm -- making hops wreathes. Frau A really likes arts & crafts... but it turned out that I was the only male there, the first in 4 years, and the second ever! (In any case, it was a nice warm-up for Oktoberfest, to get up & close with the hops themselves.)
A small group of "Hops Ambassadors" (mostly farmers' wives, I think) organize "Hops Experience" events:
We drove 20 min. to a nearby town called Weichenried to meet Frau Sedlmayr - in front of their hops barn! No dirndl today (photo below)... it's harvest time. The wreath-making was just a one-afternoon diversion. We were asked to bring our own garden shears, but for €10 the "raw material" was included with her instructions.
Lying on the ground was the raw material for making our hops wreathes, huge vines just in from the fields. (The crafts leader, Frau Sedlmayr, is in the background.) They just separated these vines from the rest, and had a harvest machine running in the barn on all others, separating the flowers for processing.
We got a peek inside the barn, and they already had huge stacks of picked/cleaned hops ready to ship:
After about a dozen people showed up, our hostess instructed us on how to make a hops wreath.
Equipment / preparation: Garden shears and a roll of wire.
Setp 1: Cut a length of hops vine for the desired size of wreath.
Step 2: Remove one of the three intertwined stalks from the vine. Only two are needed (three are too thick).
Step 3: From the supply of hops, cut off small bunches, leaving maybe 1 inch of stalk. Don't underestimate this task - the farmer's wife told us we would need a huge pile and she was right! By far, we spent the most time finding, cutting, and preparing bunches. (Notice the large pile of vines on the flatbed trailer in Step 4's photo...)
Note: Some people want all leaves removed, others like to keep a few leaves in the bunches. Artist's choice!
Step 4: Take your prepared bunch with stalks close together...
... and set it closely against the vine. The stalks should face the same direction each time, away from the prior bunch. This is so you have access to the stalks -- wrapping the wire around them 3 times to secure to the vine.
Repeat steps 3-5 until you have a dense, secure wreath assembled!
You can adorn your wreath with flowers, ribbons, sections of hops vine, or other tidbits / trinkets.
"Hopfenkranzebindung" was a lot of fun, even for a guy! You leave smelling completely of hops, which is no bad thing. It's great to get out into real Bavarian farmland, meet the locals, and be part of tradition.
On the second weekend of Oktoberfest, not only did Frau A's friends L & M visit, but my friend J from Buffalo! We had tickets to the Schottenhamel beer tent - it's the oldest one, and where the Mayor taps the first keg.
Before arriving at the tent, we noticed a stage being set up for a television concert in front of the Bavaria statue:
A closer inspection shows Swiss alpine horns, and lots of men in lederhosen with brass instruments:
To open the concert, the alpine horns were played... but they forgot to turn on the speakers. They did turn them on after 23 seconds though! I captured a short video below:
Then they did another short performance:
Then a conductor got the entire band going...
...and tried to get the crowd to sing along too.
Here's a video of the brass band in concert:
The next act was a schlager singer - move video for those interested below:
From there we went to into the Schottenhamel beer tent. Our table was reserved from 11am to 4pm. To start, they provided brotzeit ("bread time"), which is a mix of traditional Bavarian finger food. This includes sliced radish, obatzda (a cheese spread), bread with cream cheese & chives, and bread with pork fat & bacon.
Frau M thought it was funy that she was drinking her first mass faster than Herr L...
...but Herr L was saving room for the schweinehaxe (pork knuckle) - it's really quite good, but huge.
Frau A & I were tired but happy - she returned from a 2-week trip to New York, and I've been workin' late.
Frau M borrowed one of Frau A's dirndls and looked great, then tried a hat to go with it. That's what happens when you're working on mass #2. (The brewery is Spaten for those interested.)
Merchandisers swarm the tents selling hats, t-shirts, pins, and anything else you can think of.
This guy's t-shirt is homemade, and really funny. Captures the spirit of Carnival more than Oktoberfest, though.
We had to wait until almost 12:30 until the band started playing. This guy was impatient, already standing:
Eventually the band got going, we ordered a seconds mass, and taught our friends the Oktoberfest songs.
At 16:00 we left the tent to explore the rides and games. Below is Frau A trying the soccer/kicking game.
It's cheesy, but one of our favorite games is where you try to launch a frog onto a flower with a hammer. Below, Herr J has set his frog on the launch pad, and will strike the other side of the lever with the hammer...
...and the next shot is of Herr L who has just smashed the lever and sent the frog flying. We won a few here!
On the way out we noticed a new show: Monster Truck. Yup, behind the screen is a small dirt pit. We didn't try it, but were surprised because it's non-traditional. What's Oktoberfest coming to?
Again, thank Herr L, Frau M, and Herr J for visiting. Hope to get more friends next year!
Below is a quick photo while walking through downtown Munich one weekend.
Someone has books they'd like to sell. But of course there are few "garages" (it's all apartments, maybe with a large underground garage), and he/she probably didn't want to sit around all day for such a small volume.
So... why not simply set out the boxes of books, sign the prices, and leave a small piggybank for the proceeds? Then come back at the end of the day, bring the remainder (plus money) back upstairs! (Cute piggybank, huh?)
The sign says: "Each book... into the little pig... thanks!" (left are 50 cents, right are 1 euro).
We're continually impressed with the behaviour standards in Germany when it comes to "trust" things like this. It can be nice to live in such a law-abiding place - would this ever happen in the U.S.?
I headed to the Wiesn last Friday evening with camera and tripod to capture some Oktoberfest photos. This time, rather than focus on the beer tents, I prioritized the lights of rides and games.
I started at the top of a nearby hill to get an overview of one section of the fairgrounds, first looking left...
...then straight ahead down the broadway of people, rides, and games. Long exposure is fun with the rides:
In fact, that ride in the previous photo was worth a close up. The lights look something like ribbons:
Then, panning right, you could see more of the Wiesn with roller coaster, spinning ride, and ferris wheel:
The statue was commissioned by Ludwig I of Bavaria, and was completed & dedicated in 1850. It's considered a "technical masterpiece" because all 87 tons are cast bronze and it stands 18.5m high.
I descended to see some rides close-up. "Techno Power" gave photos like they came from a spirograph!
"Breakdancer" was another fun ride to photograph. This couple stood still observing the ride in action...
...while this couple looks like they're at a rock concert!
This is what the ride looked like when I stopped the movement with a faster shutter speed:
One ride is "just" some standing swings. But if you get enough momentum, you can rotate 360 degrees:
The guy on the left generated enough centrifugal force that he felt safe going hands free at the apex!
It was fun to walk around and shoot away. More Oktoberfest photos to come in later posts!
Today, we’ll feature the other songs you’ll hear often, but should already know.
Sorry to break the stereotypes, but you probably will not hear any Hasselhoff songs at Oktoberfest. However, as anything that gets the crowd singing or dancing or swaying is fair game, you will hear quite a few popular American songs or covers of them.
Here we’ll just give you the video and a link to the lyrics in case you need them, rather than taking up space with all the lyrics.
Speaking of stereotypes….we’ll go straight to the #1 Oktoberfest song you already know
Country Roads:
I don’t know what it is about this song, but it’s everywhere. My theory is that part of the passport application process for Germans is a test to see if they know the words. Per capita, there probably are more Germans who know the words than Americans. There’s even a bar in Bangkok called Country Roads, and they will definitely play it for you.
If you stay long enough in a tent or party where trachten is worn, you WILL hear Country Roads, and everyone WILL sing along. If you don’t know them already, learn the words. You’ll thank us later – and you’ll have a ready karaoke song next time you need to come up with one in Asia.
The lyrics page just further supports my theory – they have an option on the left for 11 additional languages!
The Ketchup Song & The Macarena:
Strangely, The Ketchup Song (actually titled Aserejé) seems to be more popular than the Macarena, though you probably will hear both. Apparently Aserejé swept Europe as a huge hit but didn’t quite capture the same success in the US. Here are the videos, to refresh you on the dance moves.
Katrina and the Waves’ 1983 hit is a huge hit and really gets the crowd dancing on the benches. (Lyrics)
Hey Baby:
While most Americans will think of Dirty Dancing when they hear this one, it’s really DJ Ötzi's version that has driven the resurgence of this song. If you’re a Rockies fan, you’ll hear this version during the 7th inning stretch.
While almost EVERYONE seems to have covered this song (including The Chipmunks), I think the Dirty Dancing and this version are the most popular. This one is similar to the original, but with the “ooohh, aahhh!” lyric added.
99 Luftballons:
While this one is a German song, it’s a big enough international hit that everyone will recognize it. You’ll likely hear the German version, so we’ll show the lyrics and translation here. Since Nena released a separate English version, the English song 99 Red Balloons isn’t really a translation from the German – it’s a different song, with the same spirit and tune.
99 Luftballons
Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt
99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons
99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons
99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons
99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen
99 Baloons (translation)
If you have some time for me,
then I'll sing a song for you
About 99 balloons
On their way to the horizon.
If you're maybe thinking about me now
then I'll sing a song for you
About 99 balloons
and what comes from such a thing.
99 balloons
on their way to the horizon
People think they're UFO's
so a general sent up
a fighter squadron after them
Sound the alarm if were so
but there on the horizon were
only 99 balloons.
99 fighter jets
Each one's a great warrior
Thinks himself a Captain Kirk
then came a great firework
the neighbors didn't understand
and felt provoked
so they shot at the horizon
at 99 balloons.
99 War Ministers -
matches and gasoline cans
They thought they were clever people
already smelled a nice bounty
Called for war and wanted power.
Man, who would've thought
that things would someday go so far
because of 99 balloons.
99 years of war
left no room for victors.
There are no more War Ministers
nor any jet fighters.
Today I'm making my rounds
see the world lying in ruins.
I found a balloon,
thought of you and let it fly away.
For the English Version:
99 Red Balloons (English Version):
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells - it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by
99 Decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super flurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by
99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go
Summer of ’69:
Staying in 80s classics but moving back to North America, we have Bryan Adams’ 1985 anthem. (Lyrics)
New York, New York:
Moving backwards in the classics department, we get to Sinatra. Between its status as a classic and New York’s status in the German vacation preferences, everyone loves this one.
I doubt anyone needs the lyrics, but just in case…
Sweet Home Alabama:
And 4 or 5 years back further, we have Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama. I was shocked the first 5 times I heard this played in Germany – at Oktoberfest, a fair, a fireworks competition, and the Women’s World Cup downhill – and then I realized how popular it is here.
Kid Rock’s All Summer Long that samples Sweet Home Alabama is also popular among the younger crowd.
Or if you prefer, Kid Rock and Lynyrd Skynyrd performing together, on some awards show.
Mambo No. 5:
Changing pace back to songs that we all love to hate (but secretly love), we have Lou Bega’s 19 hit. In Germany’s defense, he is German…and spent his early years (until 15) in Munich. So, I guess this is appropriate for Oktoberfest after all. (Lyrics)
Sweet Caroline:
Thank you, Niel, this is a great one for the crowds! (Lyrics)
Off on a tangent…Berlitz did a cute commercial using this song to show misunderstandings.
Que Sera Sera:
Another of the oft-covered classics, Dutch group Hermes House Band’s version has become quite popular. The lyrics are the same, just remixed and faster.
Since the crowds love Fliegerlied and The Ketchup Song, it should be no surprise that YMCA is a popular Oktoberfest song.
I don’t think anyone really needs a refresher to the words or the song, but here’s the original video, which may be something most of us have never actually seen.
Is this the way to Amarillo:
For our final “oldie” on the list, we have Tony Christie’s 1971 hit. I hadn’t heard this one before moving to Germany. Apparently it was a huge hit in the UK and continental Europe, especially Germany, where it topped the charts, but never was very popular in the US. I’m not surprised about its success in Germany….it’s schlager and has a nice “lalalalalalala” chorus for the audience to sing.
The song has been remade several times and somehow has become a popular football chant in some UK and German stadiums. A parody by British soldiers in Iraq in 2005 was so popular it crashed the Ministry of Defense servers! (see the video here)
So, maybe we should file it under “most popular American song that no Americans know” or something other than “songs you should know.” The lyrics are simple.
Angels:
Like Country Roads, Robbie Williams’ ballad hit big in Europe and SE Asia. Another good option to learn for your karaoke songs.
It’s My Life:
And we’ll end the list with one of my favorites, by Bon Jovi. Catchy, energetic tune and the lyrics are well-suited to a crowd that wants to sing and scream.
So now you’ll know a large percentage of the songs most commonly played at Oktoberfest. If you really want to get the full singing experience, you should go in the evenings when the bands are playing more and the crowds are more energetic. Herr J and I highly recommend the Kaiserschmarm Tent, which is a little smaller and intimate (it’s wine, prosecco, and cocktails, not beer) and has a great band playing songs everyone loves. Wherever there’s an opportunity for props and costumes (YMCA, for example), they’ll take it.
And after Oktoberfest? If you want to keep singing? Many locals go to the après Wies’n parties at local clubs. MünchenBlogger has a list of some common spots. Löwenbräukeller and Park Café are always popular hot spots, as are the usual clubs like P1 and 089. Or keep your eyes out around town for posters showing “Après Wies’n” parties.
Let us know your favourite Oktoberfest songs, and if we’ve missed any.
Now that you’ve learned the moves to Fliegerlied and Cowboy und Indianer in our Wies’n Hits guide, it’s time to learn a few of the older songs. Most are in this category due to age (i.e., before the 90s), though a few are here due to being traditional beer festival songs. While this section includes a wide range of genres, it will definitely add to your schlager repertoire!
Ein Prosit:
If you learn to recognize only one song, make sure that it’s “Ein Prosit.” You probably will hear it every 15 minutes. The procedure is this: The band starts up the song, and everyone raises their glassed, sings along, and toasts each other at the song’s end with a big “Prost!” or “Zum Wohl!,” of course making sure make eye contact when you toast. (this is important in Germany!)
The words are simple:
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit Der Gemütlichkeit Ein Prosit, ein Prosit Der Gemütlichkeit.
Oans, zwoa, drei, g'suffa!
As “ein Prosit” means “a toast”, it’’s just a song about toasting each other. “A toast, a toast, to the comfort of everyone.” And at the end in Bavarian, “One, two, three, drink up!”
Wahnsinn (Hölle, Hölle, Hölle):
I confess, I have this on my workout mix. It’s a prime example of an Ohrwurm (“ear worm”), a song that wriggles in through your ears and just won’t go away!
It’s basically an early Alannis Morrisette angry breakup song, but sung by a German dude (Wolfgang Petry). The catchy tune and refrains for crowd participation make it a Wies’n Hit, albeit a classic.
I chose a video of a faster version of the song by the Lollies, but the original video is worth a look once the song gets stuck in your head – let’s just say that it contains everything wonderfully cheesy about the 80s and is set in a steelmill...permed hair, molten steel, cheesy camera angles…
The crowd response is bracketed and in italics:
Wahnsinn (Hölle, Hölle, Hölle!)
Von Dir keine Spur, die Wohnung ist leer
und mein Herz wie Blei so schwer,
ich geh kaputt, denn Du bist wieder bei ihm.
Ich weiss nur eins: jetzt ist Schluss
und dass ich um dich kämpfen muss.
Wo bist Du? Sag mir wo bist Du?
[Chorus] Wahnsinn, warum schickst Du mich in die Hölle? [Hölle, Hölle, Hölle!]
Eiskalt lässt Du meine Seele erfriern.
Das ist Wahnsinn, Du spielst mit meinen Gefühlen. [Fühle, Fühle!]
Und mein Stolz liegt längst schon auf dem Müll. [Müll, Sondermüll!]
Doch noch weiss ich was ich will: ich will Dich. [Ganz allein!]
Ich lauf im Kreis von früh bis spät,
denn ich weiss, dass ohne Dich nichts geht.
Ich brauche Luft bevor mein Herz erstickt.
Und wie ein Wolf renn ich durch die Stadt,
Such hungrig unsere Kneipen ab.
Wo bist Du? Sag mir wo bist Du?
[Chorus]
Doch noch weiss ich was ich will: ich will Dich. [Ganz allein!]
[Chorus]
Madness (Hell, Hell, Hell!)
No trace of you, the apartment is empty
and my heart is heavy as lead,
I’m destroyed, because you're back with him.
I only just one thing: now it's over
and I must fight for you.
Where are you? Tell me where are you?
[Chorus] Madness, why do send me to hell? [Hell, hell, hell!]
Ice-cold, you freeze my soul.
This madness, you play with my feelings. [Feelings, Feelings, Feelings!]
And my pride is long since thrown in the trash. [Trash, hazardous waste!]
But still I know what I want: I want you. [All alone!]
I run in circles all day long,
because I know that without you, nothing goes.
I need air before my heart chokes.
And I run like a wolf through the city,
Searching hungrily in our pubs.
Where are you? Tell me where are you?
[Chorus]
But still I know what I want: I want you. [All alone!]
[Chorus]
Sierra Madre:
This is another one where most people just know the chorus. And you too will know it after hearing it once…
An 80s song by the Austria band Zillertauer Schürzenjäger* (roughly translated as the “Heartbreaker from Zillertau”), this is one where everyone sways, sometimes arm in arm, and sings along. The band – and the song – are in the Alpen-Rock genre, which is a blend of folk, pop, and rock.
Sierra Madre
Wenn der Morgen kommt und die letzten Schatten vergeh'n
Schau'n die Menschen der Sierra hinauf zu den sonnigen Höh'n
Schau'n hinauf wo der weisse Kondor so einsam zieht
Wie ein Grüss an die Sonne erklingt ihr altes Lied
[Chorus] Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur
Sierra, Sierra Madre.
Oh, oh,
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur,
Sierra, Sierra Madre.
Wenn die Arbeit getan der Abendfrieden nun beginnt
Schau'n die Menschen hinauf wo die Sierra im Abendrot brennt
Und sie denken daran wie schnell ein Glück oft vergeht
Und aus tausend' Herzen klingt es wie ein Gebet
Sierra Madre
When the morning comes and the last shadow goes
The people of the Sierra look up to the sunny heights
Look up where the white condor so lonely flies
Greet the sun like an old song you’ve heard
[Chorus] Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur
Sierra, Sierra Madre.
Oh, oh,
Sierra, Sierra Madre del Sur,
Sierra, Sierra Madre.
When work is done the evening peace begins
The people of the Sierra look up where the sunset burns
And they remember how quickly luck often goes
And from a thousand hearts, it sounds like a prayer
*Schürzenjäger is a new favourite German word. It’s an old one, but since it literally translates to “blouse-hunter” I guess it’s the German equivalent of “skirt-chaser!”
Anita:
Another prime example of classic 70s schlager is Costa Cordalis’ Anita, with the audience echoing Anita.
Anita
[Chorus] Ich fand sie irgendwo
allein in Mexiko
Anita (Anita)
schwarz war ihr Haar.
die Augen wie zwei Sterne so klar
Komm steig auf dein Pferd
sagte ich zu ihr
Anita (Anita)
Fiesta ist heut’
die Stadt ist nicht mehr weit
mach dich schnell bereit
Ich seh dir an
da schlummert ein Vulkan
du wartest auf die Liebe
ich will sie wecken
und alles entdecken
was keiner bisher sah
hohohoho
Reite wie der Wind
bis die Nacht beginnt
Anita (Anita)
dann sind wir da
und jeder soll es sehn
wie wir uns verstehn
Musikanten herbei
spielt ein Lied für uns zwei
bei Musik und bei Wein
woll'n wir heut glücklich sein
[Chorus]
Ich bau für uns ein Nest
wo sich's leben Iässt
Anita (Anita)
in Mexiko
denn nur bei dir allein
werd ich immer sein.
Um uns herum
da sassen sie ganz stumm
und machten grosse Augen
die companeros
mit ihren sombreros
denn nun gehörst du mir
hohohoho
Heute ist die Nacht
nicht zum Schlafen da
Anita (Anita)
denn so ein Fest
gab es noch nirgendwo
hier in Mexiko
Musikanten herbei
spielt ein Lied für uns zwei
bei Musik und bei Wein
woll'n wir heut glücklich sein
[Chorus]
Ich bau für uns ein Nest
wo sich's leben Iässt
Anita (Anita)
Anita
[Chorus] I found her alone
somewhere in Mexico
Anita (Anita)
Black was her hair,
Her eyes like two stars, so clear
Come, climb on your horse
I said to her
Anita (Anita)
Fiesta is today
the city isn’t far
Get ready quickly
I look at you
as a dormant volcano
you wait for love
I want to wake you
and explore everything
that no one saw before
hohohoho
Ride like the wind
Until the night begins
Anita (Anita)
then we are there
and everyone should see
how we understand each other
Musicians come here
play a song for us two
with music and wine
we’ll be happy today
[Chorus]
I built a nest for us
where love can be
Anita (Anita)
In Mexico
Then only with you alone
Will I always be.
All around us
as they sat quite silent
and made big eyes
the companeros
with their sombreros
because now you're mine
hohohoho
Today is the night
not for sleeping
Anita (Anita)
because such a party
there was still nowhere
here in Mexico
Musicians come here
play a song for us two
with music and wine
we’ll be happy today
[Chorus]
I built a nest for us
Where love can be
Anita (Anita)
Fürstenfeld:
Another one from the 80s, this time by Austrian band S.T.S. This is a cool rock ballad about a musician who moved from to the big city (Vienna) and now just wants to go back home (to Fürstenfeld). The original definitely has a more Austrian accent than you’ll hear at Oktoberfest. Sometimes you’ll get it in the original Austrian, sometimes more hochdeutsch. And often the band may omit a few of the slower verses in order to get to the great chorus more quickly.
Give it a listen, it does speed up and is a great song
Langsam find't der Tog sei End, und die Nocht beginnt.
In der Kärntnerstroßen, do singt ana “Blowing in the Wind”.
Hot a grianes Reckerl an, steht do ganz verlur'n,
und der Steff'l, der schaut obi auf den ormen Steirer Buam.
Der hat woll'n sei Glück probieren in der großen fremden Stadt
Hat glaubt, sei Musik bringt ihn auf's Rennbahn - Express Titelblatt
Aus der Traum, zerplatzt wie Seifenblasen, nix is blieb
Als wie a paar Schilling in sein Gitarrenkoffer drin
Wochenlang steh' i scho do, wochenlang plog i mi oh,
i spül mir die Finger wund und sing sogor "Do kummt die Sunn".
Doch es ist zum narrisch werd'n, kana wüll mi singan her'n.
Longsom kriag i wirklich g'nua, i frog mi wos i do dua.
Da geht den ganzen Tag der Wind,
Nix als Baustellen, dass ka Mensch was find't
Die Burenhäut'ln sind ein Graus
Und im Kaffeehaus brenntst di aus
[Chorus] I wüll wieder ham, i fühl mi do so alla,
brauch ka große Wölt, i wü ham nach Fürstenföld.
In der Zeitung, do hom's g'schrieb'n,
do gibt's a Szene, do muaßt hin.
Wos die woll'n, des soll'n sie schreib'n,
mir konn die Szene g'stohl'n bleib'n.
Da geh' i gestern im U4, fangt a Dirndl an zum Red'n mit mir,
schworze Lippen, grüne Hoor,
do kannst ja Angst kriag'n, wirklich wohr.
[Chorus]
Niemals spül i mehr in Wien,
Wien hot mi gor net verdient,
i spül höchstens no in Graz, Sinabelkirchen und Stinaz.
I brauch kan Gürt'l, I brauch kan Ring,
I wüll z'ruck hinter'n Semmering,
I brauch nur des bissl Göd für die Fohrt noch Fürstenföld.
[Chorus x3]
Fürstenfeld
Slowly the day ends and the night begins
In Kärtnerstrasse he sings "Blowing in the Wind"
Wearing green, looking so forlorn
And the Steffl looks down on the poor Styrian
He who wants to try his luck in the big foreign city
Who believes music brings him to the Rennbahn-Express front page
The dream is popped like a bubble, nothing is left
But a few shillings in his guitar case
For weeks I stand here, for weeks I’ve worked
I played my my fingers to the bone and even sang "Do kummt the Sunn"
It makes me crazy, no one wants to hear me sing
Finally I’ve had enough, I ask myself what I’m doing
Since the wind blows all day
One finds nothing but construction
The sausages are a horror
And the coffee houses expensive
[Chorus] I want to go home, I feel so alone,
I don’t need a big world, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
In the newspaper they write that
there’s a music scene, you must go
By writing that they make me want
the scene to stay lost to me
Yesterday I went to the U4, a girl started to talk to me,
Black lips, green hair,
It can be scary, that’s the truth
[Chorus]
I won’t play anymore in Vienna
Vienna doesn’t deserve me
At the highest, I’d play Graz, Sinabelkirchen or Stinatz
I don’t need The Gürtl, I don’t need The Ring
I want to go back behind The Semmering
I just need a little money for the trip to Fürstenfeld
[Chorus x3]
Bayern des samma mia:
This one isn’t technically a classic, since it was made in 1998 by Haindling, a Bavarian (niederbayrischen, to be specific…) NeuenVolksmusik band (“New Folk Music” genre). However, it’s in the traditional Bavarian beerhall style, so we’ll put it here as being traditional style music. It’s a bit of a nonsensical song, just putting together some stereotypes about Bavarians into a Bavarian folk song, but it gets played often. There are about 4 different lines to the song, which are then just mixed in different orders to form a song…definitely a beer drinking song, possibly even a good drinking game where you have to drink when you screw up the lines. Though not sure anyone would make it through!
Since we had Viva Colonia set to a video of Rammstein in the last post, you can also see Rammstein actually singing this one at the Olympiahalle in Munich. Not sure the story behind it…I hope it’s that they had seen all the YouTube videos people made using footage of them for the song, and decided to have a little fun at a concert.
Bayern des samma mia
Seid’s freindlich – jawoi!
Seid’s freindlich hob I gsagt – jawoi!
Seid’s freindlich hob I gsagt no amoi –jawoi
Mir kannst no a Weissbier bringa !
Bayern, des samma mir! Jawoi!
Bayern, des samma mir! Jawoi!
Bayern, des samma mir!
Bayern jawoi des samma mir!
Bayern, des samma mir!
Mir samma mir des samma mir!
Bayern, des samma mir,
Bayern und des bayerische Bier!
Bayern und des Reinheitsgebot,
dies is unser flüssiges Brot!
[Chorus] Bayern des samma mir,
Bayern und des bayerische Bier!
Bayern, jawoi des samma mir!
Bayern und des bayerische Bier!
Bayern und des Reinheitsgebot,
deis is unser flüssiges Brot!
Bayern und des bayerische Bier,
Bayern jawoi des samma mir!
[Chorus 2x]
Bayern und des Reinheitsgebot, Bayern und des Reinheitsgebot...
Bayern des samma mir!
Seid’s freindlich!
Bavaria, that’s what we are
Be friendly – yes!
Be friendly, I tell you – yes!
Be friendly, I tell you again– yes!
You can bring me another weissbier!
Bavaria, that’s what we are! Yes!
Bavaria, that’s what we are! Yes!
Bavaria, that’s what we are!
Bavaria, yes that’s what we are!
Bavaria, that’s what we are!
That’s what we are, what we are!
Bavaria, that’s what we are!
Bavaria and Bavarian beer!
Bavaria and the Beer Purity Law,
This is our liquid bread!
[Chorus] Bavaria, that’s what we are!
Bavaria and Bavarian beer!
Bavaria, yes that’s what we are!
Bavaria and Bavarian beer!
Bavaria and the Beer Purity Law,
This is our liquid bread!
Bavaria and Bavarian beer!
Bavaria, yes that’s what we are!
[Chorus 2x]
Bavaria and the Beer Purity Law, Bavaria and the Beer Purity Law…
Bavaria, that’s what we are!
Be friendly!
Er Hat Ein Knallrotes Gummiboot:
So, I’m not really a big fan of this one, but it’s one you’ll probably hear, and luckily one that’s really simple to learn. The original 1970 #1 hit is by Norwegian songstress Wenche Myhre, who competed several times in the Eurovision Song Contest. Here we have a video by popular Austrian singer Antonia aus Tirol, whose name is in reference to her first TV appearance with DJ Ötzi performing his hit Anton aus Tirol.
Er hat ein knallrotes Gummiboot
[Chorus] Er hat ein knallrotes Gummiboot
Mit diesem Gummiboot fahren wir hinaus
Er hat ein knallrotes Gummiboot
Und erst im Abendrot kommen wir nach Haus
Johnny, der fühlt sich wie Christoph Kolumbus
Und hat sogar einen Bart
Vor den Gefahren der christlichen Seefahrt
Warnt er mich vor jeder Fahrt
"Das Küssen an Bord ist verboten
Ich sage dir auch warum
Das Boot ist eine Konstruktion
Die kippt beim Küssen um."
[Chorus]
Wir haben kein Segel und keinen Motor und keine Kombüse, oh nein
Wir schaukeln mit Liebe und sehr viel Humor in's große Glück hinein!
One of the classic schlager songs by Udo Jürgens, it seems most everyone in Germany knows the words to this one. There’s nothing particularly Oktoberfest about this one, but everyone seems to enjoy it, often linking arms and swaying together while singing.
Ich war noch niemals in New York
Und nach dem Abendessen sagte er,
laß mich noch eben Zigaretten holen geh'n,
sie rief ihm nach nimm Dir die Schlüssel mit,
ich werd inzwischen nach der Kleinen seh'n,
er zog die Tür zu, ging stumm hinaus,
ins neon-helle Treppenhaus,
es roch nach Bohnerwachs und Spießigkeit.
und auf der Treppe dachte er, wie wenn das jetzt ein Aufbruch wär,
ich müßte einfach geh'n für alle Zeit,
für alle Zeit...
[Chorus] Ich war noch niemals in New York, ich war noch niemals auf Hawaii,
ging nie durch San Franzisko in zerriss'nen Jeans,
Ich war noch niemals in New York, ich war noch niemals richtig frei,
einmal verrückt sein und aus allen Zwängen flieh'n.
Und als er draussen auf der Straße stand,
fiel ihm ein, daß er fast alles bei sich trug,
den Paß, die Eurochecks und etwas Geld,
vielleicht ging heute abend noch ein Flug.
Er könnt' ein Taxi nehmen dort am Eck oder Autostop und einfach weg,
die Sehnsucht in ihm wurde wieder wach,
nach einmal voll von Träumen sein, sich aus der Enge hier befrei'n,
er dachte über seinen Aufbruch nach,seinen Aufbruch nach...
[Chorus]
Dann steckte er die Zigaretten ein und ging wie selbstverständlich heim,
durchs Treppenhaus mit Bohnerwachs und Spießigkeit,
die Frau rief "Mann, wo bleibst Du bloß, Dalli-Dalli geht gleich los",
sie fragte "War was?" - "Nein, was soll schon sein."
[Chorus]
I have never been to New York
And after dinner he said,
“Let me just get some cigarettes.”
She called after him, “Take the keys with you,
I’ll watch the the kid.”
He closed the door, walked out silently,
Into the neon-lit stairwell,
It smelled of floor polish and smugness
And on the stairs he thought, “What if this were a departure,
I'd simply go for all time
For all time ...
[Chorus] I have never been to NY, I have never been to Hawaii,
Never walked through San Francisco in ripped jeans
I have never been to NY, I was never really free,
Once being crazy and crossing all limits
And as he stood outside on the street,
He realized that he was carrying everything with him,
The passport, the Eurocard and some money,
perhaps there was even still a flight this evening
He could take a taxi there at the corner
Or the stop and simply be gone,
The longing inside him again awoke, To be once full of dreams, To be freed from the limits
He thought of his departure, his departure
[Chorus]
Then he put his cigarretes into his pockets, And of course went home,
Through the stairwell with floor polish and smugness
His wife called "Hey, where have you been, Dalli Dalli starts in a minute,"
She asked "Has something happened?" "No, what should have happened"
[Chorus]
Skandal Im Sperrbezirk:
Another one on my workout mix, this one comes courtesy of the Neuen Deutsche Welle (German New Wave) school of music. It was a #1 hit for the Bavarian band Spider Murphy Gang. Perhaps it’s that my ear is partial to Munich German, but this is one of the easier ones to follow once you see the words.
The song is a bit rebellious, telling the story of the fictional phone sex operator Rosie who takes good economic advantage of Munich politics. As you’ve probably heard now thanks to Bonn’s new prostitute “parking meters,” prostitution is legal in Germany. However, cities may designate a “Sperrbezirk,” or restricted area, in which prostitution is banned to protect the youth and public decency.
So, our Rosie quite wisely just advertises in the daily paper, giving her number for customers to call, while the real working girls stand around, bored and flat footed, outside of the city center.
Skandal Im Sperrbezirk
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus
doch Freudenhäuser müssen raus,
damit in dieser schönen Stadt
das Laster keine Chance hat!
Doch jeder ist gut informiert
weil Rosie täglich inseriert
und wenn dich deine Frau nicht liebt
wie gut, daß es die Rosi gibt!
[Chorus] Und draußen vor der großen Stadt
stehen die Nutten sich die Füße platt!
Skandal [Skandal]
im Sperrbezirk
Skandal [Skandal]
im Sperrbezirk
Skandal
Skandal um Rosie!
Ja Rosie hat ein Telefon
auch ich hab' ihre Nummer schon.
Unter 32-16-8
herrscht Konjunktur die ganze Nacht.
Und draußen im Hotel d'Amour
langweilen sich die Damen nur,
weil jeder den die Sehnsucht quält
ganz einfach Rosies Nummer wählt.
[Chorus]
Und draußen vor der großen Stadt
stehen die Nutten sich die Füße platt!
Skandal (Skandal)
im Sperrbezirk
Skandal (Skandal)
im Sperrbezirk
Skandal
Skandal um Rosie!
Moral
Skandal
Moral
Skandal
..
Skandal um Rosie!
Scandal in the Restricted Zone
In Munich stands a Hofbräuhaus
But brothels have to get out,
so in this beautiful city
vice has no chance!
But everyone is well informed
because Rosie inserts a daily ad
and if your wife does’t give love
it’s good that Rosie’s there!
[Chorus] And outside the big city
Stand hookers on flat feet!
Scandal [Scandal]
in the restricted area
Scandal [Scandal]
in the restricted zone
Scandal
Scandal over Rosie!
Yes, Rosie has a phone
and I've got her number already.
Under 32-16-8
economy goes throughout the night.
And outside the Hotel d'Amour
the ladies just feel bored,
because everyone tormented by longing
simply dials Rosies number.
[Chorus]
And outside the big city
stand hookers on flat feet!
Scandal (scandal)
in the restricted zone
Scandal (scandal)
in the restricted zone
Scandal
Scandal over Rosie!
Morality
Scandal
Morality
Scandal
..
Rosie scandal!
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus:
Skandal im Sperrbezirk is an appropriate lead-in to the next one, also known as the Hofbräuhaus-lied (The Hofbräuhaus Song). The first line of Skandal references this song, which the Hofbräuhaus describes on its site as a “musical love letter to the most famous beer hall in the world.”
Berlin composer Wiga Gabriel wrote the words to a friend in 1935, and another friend set it to Bavarian brass music, creating on of the best known German songs. After springing to popularity through Karneval, this song has been remade in so many different ways over the years. If you prefer the music-only version (no singing), here’s a good one.... Or Franzl Lang’s more Alpine version, complete with yodelling...Or band Onkel Tom’s heavy metal version which shockingly is more painful than the yodelling.
A band may play the whole song, or may just play the chorus. We’ll give you the whole thing here, complete with scenes from Munich. The singing starts around 0:56.
Did I mention that it’s full of late 80s cheesy TV production quality, bad hair, puffy sleeves and LOTS of sitting and swaying. Klasse!
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus
Da, wo die grüne Isar fließt,
Wo man mit "Grüß Gott" dich grüßt,
Liegt meine schöne Münch'ner Stadt,
Die ihresgleichen nicht hat.
Wasser ist billig, rein und gut,
Nur verdünnt es unser Blut,
Schöner sind Tropfen gold'nen Wein's,
Aber am schönsten ist eins:
[Chorus] In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Da läuft so manches Fäßchen aus:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Da hat so manche braver Mann:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Gezeigt was er so vertragen kann
Schon früh am Morgen fing er an
Und spät am Abend kam er heraus
So schön ist's im Hofbräuhaus.
Da trinkt man Bier nicht aus dem Glas,
Da gibt's nur "die große Maß!"
Und wenn der erste Maßkrug leer,
Bringt dir die Reserl bald mehr.
Oft kriegt zu Haus die Frau 'nen Schreck,
Bleibt der Mann mal länger weg.
Aber die braven Nachbarsleut',
Die wissen besser Bescheid!
[Chorus]
Wenn auch so manche schöne Stadt
Sehenswürdigkeiten hat,
Eins gibt es nirgendwo wie hier:
Das ist das Münchener Bier.
Wer dieses kleine Lied erdacht
Hat so manche lange Nacht
Über dem Münchener Bier studiert
Und hat es gründlich probiert.
[Chorus]
In Munich stands a Hofbräuhaus
There, where the green Isar flows,
Where everyone with "God Bless" greets you,
Stands Munich my beautiful city,
She has no peers.
Water is cheap, clean and good,
Only it dilutes our blood,
More beautiful are drops of golden wine,
But the best is this one:
[Chorus] In Munich stands a Hofbräuhaus:
One, two, cheers!
Since so many keg runs out:
One, two, cheers!
As it has so many good men:
One, two, cheers!
Shown what he can tolerate
Early in the morning, he began
And late in the evening he came out
So beautiful is it in the Hofbräuhaus.
There no one drinks beer from a glass,
There's only "the big mug!"
And when the first beer mug is empty,
The waitress brings you more soon.
Often the wives at home fear,
That the men stay away so long.
But the good neighbors,
They are better informed!
[Chorus]
Though many beautiful cities
Have tourist sites,
One thing is nowhere like here:
This is the Munich beer.
Who thought up this little song
Has so many a long night
Studied Munich beer
And tasted it thoroughly.
[Chorus]
Marmor Stein und Eisenbrick:
Another schlager classic that has stood the test of time. This one has a little bit of 50s and rock to it, so is well suited to being updated over the decades. And it’s easy for the crowds to sing.
Drafi Deutscher recorded this song in 1965. Impressive hair height and collar length…
Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht
Weine nicht, wenn der Regen fällt (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
Es gibt einen der zu Dir hält (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
[Chorus] Marmor, Stein und Eisen bricht
Aber unsere Liebe nicht
Alles, alles geht vorbei
Doch wir sind uns treu
Kann ich einmal nicht bei dir sein (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
Denk daran, du bist nicht allein (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
[Chorus 2x]
Nimm den goldenen Ring von mir (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
Bist Du traurig dann sagt er dir (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
[Chorus 2x]
Everybody now!
[Chorus 2x]
Marble, Stone and Iron Break:
Don't cry, when the rain falls (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
There's someone who will stick by you (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
[Chorus] Marble, stone and iron break
But not our love
Everything, everything will pass
But we are faithful to us
If I can't be with you some (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
Think about it, that you're not alone (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
[Chorus 2x]
Take this golden ring from me (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
If you're sad then it will tell you (Dam Dam, Dam Dam)
[Chorus]
Everybody now!
[Chorus 2x]
Er gehört zu mir:
I’ve put a recent performance here for the video, but you can also check out the 1975 original version that premiered in the Eurovision Song Contest.
Er gehört zu mir
[Chorus] Er gehört zu mir,
wie mein Name an der Tür
und ich weiß er bleibt hier
Nie vergess’ ich unsern ersten Tag ,
denn ich fühlte gleich das er mich mag ,
ist es wahre Liebe, die nie mehr vergeht
oder wird die Liebe vom Winde verweht?
[Chorus]
Alles fangen wir gemeinsam an,
doch vergess’ ich nie wie man allein sein kann ,
steht es in den Sternen was die Zukunft bringt
oder muss ich lernen das alles zerrinnt?
Nein ich hab es ihm nie leicht gemacht ,
mehr als einmal hab ich mich gefragt ,
ist es wahre Liebe die nie mehr vergeht
oder wird die Liebe vom Winde verweht
Er gehört zu mir
für immer zu mir
für immer zu mir
[Chorus]
He belongs to me
[Chorus] He belongs to me,
like my name on the door
and I know he’ll stay here
I never forget our first day,
because I felt right away that he liked me.
Is it true love, that never fades away
or will love be blown away by the wind?
[Chorus]
We begin everything together,
but I never forget how alone one can be.
Is it in the stars, what the future brings
or must I learn that everything melts away?
No, I have never made it easy for him,
more than once I have asked myself:
Is it true love, that never fades away
or will the love blow away by the wind?
He belongs to me
Forever to me
Forever to me
[Chorus]
I’ll leave you with a bonus video of Wolfgang Fierek’s 1986 hit I hol di mit meim Traktor ab, which translates to I’ll pick you up in my tractor.
There’s one more Oktoberfest Song megapost to come…the easy one full of Oktoberfest songs you already know (but didn’t know they were Oktoberfest songs)
The next day, Sunday, has a longer parade that focuses on the traditional dress/costumes (trachten). The marchers came from all over Bavaria & Germany, plus Austria, Switzerland, Italy, and even Hungary!
This blog post won't go in parade order, like the Saturday parade, but will be organized by topic:
- Couples and Flower Arches - Ladies and Gentlemen - Children - Hunting, Horses, and Marching Bands - Commercial and non-trachten participants
Introduction
Each of the 60 marching groups (!) was preceeded by a number marker -- a program was sold with information about each segment: where they're from, how old the local/regional costume is, and other interesting details.
(Note: the entire parade included 8500 participants and took almost 3 hours to run! I tried to document here as much as possible about where the people and outfits come from...)
Many towns or regions brought their own banner or standard to lead their part of the procession. For example, the town of Lindhorst is in Niedersachsen (state of Lower Saxony) in northern Germany:
Another example: 16th century / medieval outfits from Upper Bavaria:
Freising is a town near the Munich airport, and home to a colleague of mine - quite a standard to bear too:
Another example were the memorable blue & white uniforms from the town of Eschwege in Hessen:
Some marchers also carried flags and performed tosses (these from Konstanz, near the Swiss border):
This lady from the Hacker-Pschorr brewery was great: she pulled up her dirndl for a peek at her garter. Look at the expression on the Asian couple's faces on the left side - makes a memorable Oktoberfest...
The jesters added some moves to their walk through Munich:
In addition to costumes and marching bands, there was more traditional music - here two Swiss men stopped to play the Alpine horns!
They are from Auenstein, in the north-west of Switzerland. And here is the video!
Couples (plus Flower Arches)
Here are some typical trachten outfits (mostly not lederhosen, and less cleavage than Oktoberfest today):
Finally -- the first nice German beard:
The traditional costumes ranged from the conservative, almost colonial...
... to slightly more frilly with some interesting accessories (his hat, and in his left hand?)...
(The funky hats are local - Munich - but the design inherited from a region in Romania. Interesting!)
... to even more interesting accessories -- the next photo has a substantial hat/head ornament... (outfits are from the Franconia area of Germany which includes Northern Bavaria & part of Thuringa)
...to some that have a strong eastern European flavor. (Again, representatives from Lower Saxony.)
One interesting aspect was the prevalence of plant and flower arches, in all sizes and colors. I don't know the meaning or significance of these, but they were quite lovely.
Some were carried along by themselves:
A group from the state of Hessen brought bright arches, with their wide red "ascots" dating to 1900:
Other flowers were carried by men, with a woman under the arch... (strangely, these marchers from from a sports association outside Regensburg, Bavaria):
...others were carried by women with a man under the arch...
(notice how the men are "decorated" - indications of authority... könig means "king")
...still others were carried by men with a man in the middle. Again, I don't know why. According to the program, almost all of these photos are of people from local sports associations. Maybe it's some of their local individual or team champions??? Any readers know?
Some flowers were colorful and large -- must have taken a long time to prepare everything:
One in particular was more complex, with something like a crown on top:
Maybe the prior photo was similar to a maypole, which was also present in the parade (below)?
If you look closely, you can sometimes see town seals or crests that show where they're from:
Here is a video showing what the flower arches looked like en masse, as they went by:
The flower arches were one of the nicest parts of the parade:
Ladies and Gentlemen
Again, some outfits were quite soft and subdued. Below is more 16th century / medieval dress from Bavaria. (Naturally, these remind me of a Renaissance fair or Robin Hood.)
The ladies almost always carried flowers:
The costume below comes from upper Bavaria (men in background have lederhosen, of course). These are classic dirndls, hats, and suits for the guys - would look fantastic in an Oktoberfest tent:
Notice the hops on her hat (below) and her carrying two silver bells - the program states that the silver chain (and probably bells too) are traditional in that Bavarian town, but doesn't explain why/any meaning behind them:
The weather was terrible - cold and rainy. Umberllas in the crowd and over the participants:
These were the ladies from Zala, Hungary! Folk costumes (cattle herding) are from the late 14th century:
Again, we saw some fascinating hats. First one (below) is made of otter fur. These are fishermen's/women's attire from Starnberg, outside of Munich.
The hats below from the Black Forest region, in the German state of Baden-Württemberg:
And the eastern European influence shows up yet again in traditional costumes from Lower Saxony:
Other accessories ranged from traditional purses (and "eagle's feather" in the hat)...
...to full baskets...
...to old fashioned Franconian vegetable/harvest baskets strapped over the back...
...to horns with flowers (the first of the three photos is a woman from Bruneck, Italy!)...
Other flowered horns come from Bavaria (next photo, below):
The third lady with a horn + flowers comes from Percha, Italy:
The best: tiny beer kegs / wine barrels!!! The guys in these towns are lucky, unless the ladies don't share. The first example comes from Chiemsee, outside of Munich. Coins are just ornamental, no significance:
The last one is a traditional costume from Ebersberg (Bavaria) from around 1800:
As for the men, some costumes were just dapper (below from Dachau, outside Munich)...
...but many had a military-like background (below is Munich's city police corps, uniforms from 1813):
Next is a military uniform from Baden-Württemberg from the mid-1800s:
Their accesories were swords as well as guns (below from Tegernsee, Bavaria, not far from Munich):
Uniforms of others had a feel of command or authority (commander, mayor, etc.). The man below was marching with a band from Königsdorf, another Upper Bavarian town.
The next man represents Vigo di Fassa, Italy. It's in the Dolomite Mountains, so culturally similar...
I can't explain this accessory, but read that it comes from the Augustiner brewery in Munich. His uniform (below) is from Augustiner's Oktoberfest band.
Here we have guns, an wood antler-like rake, an axe, and spear. The marchers' outfits commemorate the peasants' uprising of 1705 during the "Bloody Christmas" in Sendling, Bavaria.
The traditional dress (photos above & below) are from Bavaria and date to 1800. The lederhosen and well-groomed moustache should give the origins away!
And this flag bearer also carried a mace!!! (Flag is covered with plastic due to the rain.)
This last male accessory was a large pair of cowbells that this guy would swing back & forth:
He was part of the group from Switzerland, where men played the very long Alpine horns.
Children
The cutest part of the procession. The next two girls come from Baden-Württemberg. The ornamentation on these outfits is "according to family status".
...but not always happy with the rain puddles all along the route:
These were almost toy soldier uniforms... and this boy has a big teddy bear!!! The uniforms are from the Hacker-Pschorr band, inherited from the Crown Prince Second Infantry Regiment (1805), Bavaria.
Love the colors on her below -- she's from a Polish youth organization in Munich:
Nice outfit from Konstanz (near the Swiss border), and he got to be a flag bearer:
Finally, a tiny princess in her wagon, from nearby Markt Schwaben in Munich. Cute overload.
Hunting, Horses, and Marching Bands
Hunting was a common theme of the marching groups as well. They brought their dogs, AWESOME. Photos (and the video) below are from the Hunting Association of Bavaria:
Check out the video -- they brought a falcon as well. This was really cool:
This was interesting -- a princess of hunting and texidermy? She would do well in Texas.
Look at all the taxidermied animals! (And there is the hunting falcon again, lower right.)
I don't know the story behind this one, but it must be pretty good. Not your usual parade wagon:
The hunters had colorful outfits as well, including rifles (again, medieval dress from Bavaria)...
...and crossbows. These were not just hunters, but also Bavarian mercenaries back in the day!
Another outdoor activity was represented: a float the looked like a traditional river raft. These types of rafts were used since 1300 on the river Kinzig in Baden-Württemberg:
The strangest: traditional "feathering" (colonial activity, ladies separated the feathers for pillows, etc.):
Ladies showed some traditional dress on the horses as well:
Of course, the horses themselves were decked out nicely (note the German beard on the driver too):
Some carts were not blessed with a big, strong team of horses (LOL):
The marching bands also used traditional uniforms:
Some uniforms had great assessories, like this headpiece (represents a halo?). This marching band comes from the German state of Baden-Württemberg, Bavaria's neighbor:
The bands also used some old fashioned instruments too:
Photos above and below are hunting horns from the Bavarian Hunting Association:
This folk music / marching band with leading ladies came from Folgaria, Italy.
Commercial and non-trachten participants
First things first: there was a weissbier keg cart in this parade, after the first marching band!
The first commercial sponsor of the parade? BMW of course!
The car rental company Sixt (also a partner with BMW) had an "oom-pah" band playing on their float:
An old-fashioned fire truck drove through...
...and a float of firemen in traditional uniforms. The guy in front is not looking happy in the rain. This was the voluntary Munich Fire Brigade's uniform in 1895.
Bavarian farming was represented too (not surprising), with this large tractor from the company BayWa:
Milk farmers of Bavaria also had a spot. I love the complaining German woman on the left:
Multi-person bike tours took the advantage to advertise... but the larger beer/party bikes have been banned!
This float had something to do with Russia and Moscow -- they threw pretzels from the stacks to the crowd...
... and I caught one! Even though it never hit the ground, it was damp and soggy. Did not eat it.
The last photo: a float from Narrhalle reminded everyone that Fasching (Mardi Gras) is just a half year away....
Wednesday, October 12, 2011 at 8:00 
