Bernhard Hoëcker - Was vom Merken übrig blieb

Twenty-five years on stage and a seventh solo show to his name - that's no small feat for Bernhard Hoëcker. A dry rundown of past gigs, audience numbers, and kilometres driven would be beneath him - cold coffee, all of it. If he were to approach things purely through numerology, he might stumble upon seven as a lucky number, or on the seventh letter of the Hebrew alphabet. There, 7 is Zajin, meaning sword. And maybe that's slowly getting closer to the point - because since 2001, Bernhard Hoëcker has been a trailblazer of sharp, witty comedy.

He has now filtered all his previous shows - spun them like a beekeeper extracting honey, checked the material as carefully as a caver rappelling down a rope, and reached for the finest grain like a carpenter doing the last sanding pass. What he found at the core: the honey is pure, the rope is solid, the wood is a tactile highlight. The seventh show is crystal-clear and as authentically Hoëcker as it gets.

Now comes the real question: what does he actually remember after a quarter century, and can he hold it all in his head? Memory at a certain age is a tricky business, so he's genuinely curious whether he's stayed young enough for the task. Join him as Bernhard Hoëcker straightens his silver diadem, fires up the memory turbo, and celebrates 25 years on stage. Absolutely scorching stuff!