Künstler*innenhaus Mousonturm

Six performers, countless party props and the question “How many parties have we actually celebrated together?” – What began in 2019 as a theatrical experiment to challenge the zaungäste choir and explore its limitations has long since been overtaken by subsequent events: the subject of isolation and distancing suddenly became highly charged and real. What, then, is left of community when we can only gather online? And is it already a party when we stare at each other on screens while drinking wine? “Ich trinke mein Glas leer und träum, dass es schön wär‘. Ein Chor vermisst Dich“ (I empty my glass and dream that it would be nice. A choir misses you) picks up where “Diesmal machen wir alle alles allein“ (This time we all do everything by ourselves) left off in December 2019. The point of departure are the solos written at the time about loneliness, (failing) to get to know each other, the difficulty of remembering each other’s names, the sorrow and pleasure of missing each other.

“Haben Sie auch unpersönliche Torten?” Katharina Speckmann sagt kurz was zu sich.

“Daran könnte ich mich jetzt erinnern, tue es aber nicht.” Isabelle Zinsmaier trinkt auf alle Menschen, die sie jemals kannte.

“Ich sag A, Du sagst Stop.” Asja Mahgoub macht Tomatensalat.

“B” Katharina Runte mixt Yellow Loneliness.

“Auf die Liebe! – Aber das lassen wir heute mal weg.” Ekaterine Giorgadze ist Ihre Gastgeberin und Judith Altmeyer geht weder auf Reisen noch in eine Bar.