
For the first time in six years, Barbara Morgenstern, pioneer of German-style electronic intimate pop, works on a new album. Her laptop sits on a shoebox, in the privacy of her home she finds first lines and harmonies: “I like to be alone,” one song begins. One by one, musicians join her. Intuitive ideas take shape. A window has opened. Arrangements, rehearsals, recordings follow. Step by step, the music enters public space, images are produced, videos, narratives. Questions arise: New beginning or back to the roots? New Biedermeier or tough political comment? The bigger the band, the riskier the booking. The more crisis-ridden the environment, the more comforting the music-making.

HEC, admis sans les codes
HEC, admis sans les codes

Queens Don’t Cry
Queens Don’t Cry

The Grass Dwellers
The Grass Dwellers

Lio
Lio

Shirley MacLaine, comme un torrent
Shirley MacLaine, comme un torrent

Le cinéma de Terry Gilliam - L’imagination au pouvoir
Le cinéma de Terry Gilliam - L’imagination au pouvoir

I Don’t Have the Codes
I Don’t Have the Codes

It Is Not the Brazilian Homosexuals Who Are Perverse, But the Situation in Which They Live
It Is Not the Brazilian Homosexuals Who Are Perverse, But the Situation in Which They Live

Stock Aitken Waterman: Legends of Pop
Stock Aitken Waterman: Legends of Pop

Never a Backward Step
Never a Backward Step
Einmal Hooligan - immer Hooligan?
Einmal Hooligan - immer Hooligan?

The Three Michaels
The Three Michaels