Dead Dates Christmas Party 2025

Dear blog diary,

December is cold. Not as cold as Decembers used to be – more cold and wet, like you'd imagine October to be. Never mind. We're celebrating Christmas, and no weather can stop us. Not even a Cock Sparrer or John Porno Punk Explosion concert. Or a hangover. Or a Sunday afternoon.

Sunday afternoon could be the perfect embodiment of Harald Juhnke's famous definition of happiness: ‘No appointments and slightly tipsy.’ Our happiness is only minimally clouded – we have one appointment: our concert. Never mind. Or perhaps better: a Christmas eggnog.

The pitcher is very nice to us again. There are cold and warm drinks, and sound engineer Blume manages with unshakeable calm to keep our musical shortcomings in check and let us shine in the best possible Christmas light. Afterwards, there's a quick refreshment at the Pfeffermühle, then it's time to get started. Well, for almost everyone, except for the musician who ordered a double gyros plate and staggers out of the chip shop in a comatose state.

Frank Wirtz opens the late afternoon with his legendary lottery song list. It's great fun for everyone involved, with everyone singing along loudly and the hangover from the previous day already halfway digested.

When it's our turn, it feels different than in previous years. Historically, the Dead Dates Christmas concerts were Steini's T-Bar concerts. Unfortunately, those are no longer around. The Pitcher gives the evening its own unique flavour: a little louder, a little wilder, simply more of a classic concert feeling. Speaking of tone: we hit it pretty well overall, and the concert is a pretty well-rounded affair with Dead Dates hits and a few musical surprises.

In the Christmas jumper contest, our grandad takes a strong second place behind Knut. But we clearly have the best Christmas tree of the evening.

We mustn't forget the great Karsten Wegner: studio manager, musical confidant, tramp, substitute musician in all situations – and now also pianist.