INTERVIEWS from "Falco Everything"
Uber Amerika
America
on Falco 3 is a very cynical examination of tourism and the whole tourism
polemics. (Die dort betrieben wird)
If
Mr Smith is bald, well sell him a comb o.k. the man was big, the
girlie slick. Then he asks, whats your name, I name 2000, the prudish girlie
says. (lyrics excerpt) Do I need to say more? This is no reproach to America,
because they cant be accused for being the way they are and neither can I.
Uber
die message
The
message has to be heaving a good time. Because there is no other way on that
world. I dont believe that you
or me will change anything in this world, I just believe that we have a function,
an important function, to say: get out of the rat race, at least for 3, 4
minutes, while youre listening to this song, get out of the poisoned
atmosphere and I believe that the atmosphere in this world is poisoned
Uber
sich
I
believe that I learned one thing, I can be however I want to be, but I should be
for real, I shouldnt masquerade. When Im confused, and Im confused
quite often during interviews, often a light disturbs me and I get in such a bad
mood from one minute to another, thats like the weather, you can kind of
prepare for interviews, for when you want to present yourself to the public, but
it happens often to a crazy guy like me that whoosh -, all that is gone and
Im in such a bad so moody and I come across so bad like theres Vienna and
theres that, it can happen, it will continue to happen to me frequently and
time does its bit. I think I did my homework, so I can wipe away all the
questions with a generous gesture and say, Ive got nothing left to prove to
myself, but nobody believes that, because everybody knows that I have to prove
something an every corner in Vienna and be it just being in a good or bad mood
or whatever. What I learnt is, you bleed to death relatively quick if you
dont take care.
I
think that with an artist and now that is really something important that I
think Ive learnt
- Its
more about what he doesnt show than what he shows and with a world wide
hit record like Amadeus the following happened to me in an instant:
suddenly the public looks through a magnifying glass at this guy who walked the
planet 7 million times with glasses and leather jacket and who always thought of
himself as an outsider and suddenly theres this hit and of course youre a
media victim if you dont pay attention Well. I ask you, how should I have
known? Especially since my daughter was born at the same time, I certainly
didnt need more, so I was exposed to the public and didnt avoid it, I
would have needed defense officers and this and that or would have had to hide,
I could have said, like Michael Jackson, now Ill have my own castle, here are
battlements, dont come closer, I love my daughter and my snakes and monkeys
or other bullshit. I didnt want that, that wasnt me. Especially in a small
country like Austria where everybody knows each other this strange dynamic
developed after the number 1 in America. Ive got tell you, I wasnt in such
a good mood when I heard about the number 1 in America, because I knew what
pressure would be on me and needed nearly five years to get rid of that,
although its still coming back through the back door What now, no number 1
in America? Thats what I say, it isnt about that anymore. Then I say I
try to behave like a human being and not to stomp on anybodys feet and if
somebody stomps on my feet Ill light up a cigarette and blow him away.
Uber
die Kunstfigur
The
whole schizophrenia started when somebody said that my name is Hans Holzel, but
I call myself Falco. Do you think that a colleague from the Italian media would
ever think writing:
Alice, who indeed calls herself Alice, but whose actual name is Carla Pissi?
Nobody cares. Here an artificial figure was created that got me into problems
especially in Austria and that harmed the balance of my personality. I got into
a game that has its down sides, too.
I dont think that anybody will come along in 10 years time and say: ah,
thats that guy, theyll always say: is this him? or is that him,
whos he then?, we like it and we dont like it and thats
what Im aiming towards.
My reputation in the industry goes from lets say very, very difficult
to absolute definite asshole and I want to defend that reputation teeth
and claws, because I am a non-conformist in a conformist business.
I cant deny that I get a schizoid attack if an intelligent media colleague
really asks: Falco, do say, how much of you is Falco and how much of you is
Hans Holzel? And I think, lpease, for Christs sake, where am I? In actual
fact thats Here somebody dares to get out of himdelf to portray a person,
just how it is in performing arts, and that is so strange and even after 12
years in the business on the front pages of well-known Austrian newspapers I
read Falco, Hans Holzel. That way the journalist proves several things, he
proves that he still doesnt know my name, he proves that Hansi is still Hansi.
I tell you once and for all: There is no Hansi anymore.
And he proves, that he somehow ignores that this was just about the
introducktion of a brand name made of flesh and bone who doesnt want to waste
one more minute of his life explaining how much he is himself and hoq much he
styled and modeled himself. He simply is.
Uber
Kick beim Schreien.
About the kick you get from writing.
The kick you get from writing is always: how
does it get out of your mouth? On the one hand we do have an enormous variety
with the German language, one that English language doesnt hold for me, on
the other hand theres the handicap of the ks and sts. And Ive
always had the talent I think to make German fluent with the help of
English idioms that have become colloquialisms anyway, so that it works for pop
music. Because pop music isnt our culture,
Thats Schwarzbraun ist die Haselnuss (folk tune) or what else
Richsrd Wagner or Mozart or something. But I grew up with this music and I
dont see a reason for not adapting it for my needs. Say, Falco, what do
you want to tell us with this song? Listen, I dont explain anything
anymore, I have to take stances an artists, but mainly regarding me and not
ceaseless analysis of my work. I was therefore always against the purusts to
address them once again because they said: Man, hes just nicking stuff
from the encyclopedia of rocknroll. Well, why not? I mean, shall we
bore each other to death or what shall we do?