L.A.-soulboy Mayer Hawthorne made his way to Munich. I was quite critical about him as I think that, beneath his unquestionable great moments like “The ills” and “Love is alright”, he has got a strong tendency towards mainstreamness and croooonability. What can I say, my worst expectations came true. He forgot his brass-section at home and therefore everything was nivelled with smaltzy 80s-like keyboard sounds that made me feel like listening to Bobby Brown. At least the audience obviously didn’t share my reservations as they followed every move he made even in the most akward moments (common handwaving, “I can’t hear you…!” et cetera). I guess they had a real good time.