The legend lives on, and how!

BY MARTINA DREISBACH
When "Rag Doll" sweeps across the stage, that beloved doll made of ragsthat taught her to love despite all of life's hardships, her eventful
"River Deep, Mountain High" existence, Tina Turner is closer than ever. Withher powerful voice and commanding presence. With the groovy wig,
which she always arranged herself. With the immortal song from thehard times with Ike Turner. That's the beauty of memories: they canbealive
, and in the case of the "Typically Tina Tribute Show" on Friday eveningin front of a packed crowd at the Kaiser-Wilhelms-Bad, they can even be very much alive.
Karin Bello from Los Angeles ensures this with a fabulously tunedband. She has transformed herself into the diva like a twin sister, right down to
, and she takes it a step further.Herlaughis something else. It sounds vulgar, like that of a laughing monster.
Some people don't like it at all. But it canbe interpretedas a gesture of distance fromthe real Tina, who, incidentally, was no taller than her double:
5 feet 4 inches. A year ago, thepop diva, bornAnnie Mae Bullock in Tennessee,diedat the age of 83 in Küsnacht, Switzerland.
Typically Tina doesn't waste any time, announcing a round of "Shimmy" in herbright red tinsel scraps, which only coincidentally cover her athletic figure.
Sheturns her back to the audience and lets her skimpy skirt wiggle. Then her sparkling eyes and flawless white teeth: "Are you having
good fun?"She slams her announcement into the microphone with delight and seals it witha hearty laugh, as if she herself is amused by it.
Tina Turner has sold 180 million records. Karin Bello has been touringas Tinafor fifteenyears. The legend lives on, and the show goes on. The red
glitter dress is followed by a golden one. The audience follows her traversals across thestage, her free exercises with her arms and hips. A program for competitive athletes.
And then there's the singing. You close your eyes, it sounds real. Respect,and the applause doesn't stop. The spotlights flicker in all colors
across the stage in front of the old, beautiful bathhouse. The audience has long sincemoved forward. They stand in their summery floral and adventurouslypatterned shirts and dresses
close to the stage, swaying tothe old rhythm, dancing with their arms outstretched like they did back when Tina Turner
wasn't yet on HR4. They film with their cell phones; some willwatch the show in one piece at home.
Then "Let's Stay Together," that soulful, challenging melody that oncedrew audiences to the dance floor like a magnet at the Tennis Bar.
"Private Dancer" with spray mist, the electric guitar wails passionately,a flag of cannabis blows by, anything goes today, "I can't stand the rain,"
she sings, but it's still 28 degrees on the lawn withbenches, tables, groups, couples in camping chairs.
"Golden Eye," the 007 theme song, the audience guesses everything, communicationwith Tina runs like a conversation between old acquaintances. That's what it is, after all.