Nothing says "German culture" like watching Chicago ghetto youths do cartwheels |
The German-American ethnic part of the program, which begins at noon on Sunday, will be highlighted by that iconic German-American group, (I am not making this up) The Jesse White Tumblers!
Now I don't know about you, but nothing says "German-American culture" to me more than watching a group of West-side Chicago African-American ghetto kids doing cartwheels and somersaults.
That is, with the possible exception of "5 Lesbians Eating A Quiche."
I bring that up, because the DANK Haus, which is one of the few remaining German-American outfits still left in Chicago, sponsored a theatrical endeavor of that name last year.
The Chicago DANK Haus sponsored this thespian celebration of lesbian culture |
Now what this thespian celebration of lesbian lifestyles has to do with German-American culture, quite escapes me.
Unless it is that the current administrator of the German-American DANK Haus Chicago, the curiously Polish surnamed, Nicholle Dombrowski, somehow reckons that girl-on-girl cunnilingus is as signal a German tradition as Tyrolean slap-dancing or Prussian goose-stepping.
Also, they will have music at Maifest Chicago 2013.
They are featuring a group from Germany named "Phenix." This is one of those dour, bleak, dark, surrealistic electro-pop German duets, the type of which Mike Myers used to lampoon on Saturday Night Live for being so dour, bleak, dark and humorlessly surreal.
Their big hit was a little number called, "I hate the 80s." Not quite "Weird Nun" of the Myers spoofs, but hardly something from "The Sound of Music".
Anyway Mayfest Chicago 2013 will be going on this weekend.
In 2009, the readers of Chicago's newspaper for dummies, the RedEye, voted it the best street festival in Chicago.
Consider the source there.
I can't imagine why Redeye readers would think that standing around on a dingy Chicago street, sipping a tepid $10 German beer from a plastic cup, listening to "Weird Nun" while watching the Jesse White Tumblers would be a German-flavored wild time.
Unless, perhaps, they were serving quiche.
(Now is the time on Sprockets when we dance):