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Hildegard lernt fliegen

Take a sixteenth note, remove its narcotic perspirant coating and behold the true origin of MUSIC. It’s not, as you may think, Massively Untidy Sinologists In the Congo, but rather MUst Swagger Immediately to the Concert.

Whoever’s seen this band live knows that Ludwig van, Miles, and AC/DC are yesterday’s snooze. Whoever’s witnessed this band live has seen, smelt, and felt what all these notes, brass, hides, wood and larynxes are really for: the polychromatic, polyrhythmic celebration of the living and the dead. Attention ladies (and gentlemen companions): remember to bring axes for your chairs! The first note you hear is the sign that everything is permitted, when the one and only Hill D. Guard steps onto the boards that mean the world and learns how to fly.

Andreas Schaerer must have been about twenty when — having searched on the horizon for many an eve — the music which he would call his own suddenly burst through the door like a horde of marauding Vikings. And thus this young man from the Swiss foothills discovered that his was not to be the placid life of a singer crooning jazzy/soulful songs of joy and sorrow, love and hip thrusts, with a band keeping time behind him. No, his place was to be in the band itself, cheek by jowl with horns, bass and weapons of mass percussion, his voice one instrument among equals, galloping alongside them and inciting them to plumb the depths and scale the heights.

Thus was born in 2005 the über-jazz group Hildegard Lernt Fliegen.