oomph dero

That Halloween my best friend and I dressed as Till Lindemann and Dero Goi

I may have posted some pictures from this (Halloween 2015), but cannot recall. And since I’ve found more R+ fans by this point, y’all might get a laugh, or at least a snort, out of these. 

My best friend @codenametex-blog and I were uber poor that year (well, at least I was uber poor) so we decided to dress as our favorite rock stars for Halloween using any crap we could find… Needless to say, she is wearing leftover Hot Topic garb from high school and some wire in her nose, and I have silver cake decorations glued to my eyebrows and a banana dildo. 

It begins…

Here we are, getting ready for greatness. What is up with @codenametex-blog ‘s wig though??? I think she found that, like, under my house or something…  I’m going to be Till from Rammstein, she’s Dero from Oomph!…

World’s best Dero… world’s skinniest Till.

I am entirely grease paint and dirt. 

Tex, look at you…! he is beauty, he is grace.

We went into the most expensive home furnishing store in Los Gatos and sat our dirty asses on white couches because reasons. 

Nailed it. 

Touring together at last.

Dero Goi is the most all-over-the-place songwriter I have ever seen. Like…you’ll see him write a song about a musician who made a Faustian deal with evil spirits in exchange for fame (”Die Geister Die Ich Rief”), one about guys who are afraid to come out of the closet because of the toxically hypermasculine culture they’ve been raised in (”Kleinstadtboy”), one about grieving for a suicide victim (”Unendlich”)….

And then on the exact same album, he’ll write a song that is literally just a four-minute-long masturbation joke (”Deine Eltern”), a filthy sea shanty/drinking song about sailor-on-hooker sex(”Seemansrose”), and……..whatever the fuck “Zwei Schritte Vor” was: