The legend lives and how

BY MARTINA DREISBACH
As the “Rag Doll” sweeps across the stage, that much-loved doll made of rags that taught her to love through all of life’s adversities, her moving
“River deep, Mountain high” existence, Tina Turner is closer than ever. With her powerful voice and her present body.
With the cool wig,
which she always arranged herself.
With the immortal song from the hard times with Ike Turner.
That’s the beauty of memory: it can live on.
In the case of the “Typically Tina Tribute Show” on Friday evening at the packed square in front of the Kaiser-Wilhelms-Bad, it was even very lively.
Karin Bello from Los Angeles made sure of that with a fabulously intoned Band.
She has become like a twin sister to the diva until
into her fingertips – and she pushes it a little further.
The laughter, that she blurts out has it all.
It sounds vulgar, like a laugh monster.
Some people don’t like it at all.
But it can be interpretedas a gesture of distance from the real Tina, who incidentally was no taller than her double:
1.64 centimetres.
The pop diva, who was bornAnnie Mae Bullock in Tennessee, died a year ago in Küsnacht, Switzerland, at the age of 83.
Typically Tina doesn’t fidget for long, announcing a round of “Shimmy” in her bright red tinsel that only accidentally covers her athletic figure.
She
turns her back to the audience and lets her skimpy little skirt wiggle. Then the flashing eyes, the flawless white teeth: “Are you having
good fun?” She slams her announcement into the microphone with delight and seals it with this bearish laugh, as if she is amused by it herself.
Tina Turner has sold 180 million records. Karin Bello has been touring for fifteen years as Tina.
The legend lives on, and the show goes on.
The red
A glitter dress is followed by a golden one.
The audience follows her traversals across the Stage, the free exercises with arms, with hips.
A program for competitive athletes.
Plus the singing.
You close your eyes, it sounds real.
All respect, and the applause never stops.
The spotlights flicker in all colors
across the stage in front of the beautiful old bathhouse.
The audience has long since advanced.
They stand in their summery flowered and adventurous
patterned shirts and dresses close to the stage and sway to the old rhythm, dancing with their arms folded like back then, when Tina Turner
was not yet on HR4. They film with their cell phones, some of them will only watch the show at home in one piece.
Then “Let’s stay together”, that soulful, challenging melody that once drew audiences to the dance floor like a magnet in the Tennis Bar.
“Private Dancer” with spray mist, the electric guitar howls passionately, a flag of cannabis blows past, anything goes today, “I can’t stand the rain”,
sings it, but it’s still 28 degrees on the lawn with benches, tables, laps, couples in camping chairs.
“Golden Eye”, the 007 theme tune, the audience guesses everything, the communication with Tina is like a conversation between old friends.
And that’s exactly what it is.