An English-language blog about the German novelty-disco band Dschinghis Khan; primarily for translating old articles into English.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Notice of Blog Closing and Moving!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Our Diary From Israel
Our Diary from Israel
For one week, the six were hitmakers in the “Holy Land.” They report about their triumph exclusively in ROCKY DAS FREIZEIT MAGAZIN.
Thursday: After a 3000 km flight, our Lufthansa-Jet lands in 25 degrees-in-the-shade Tel Aviv. We shine in the sun in the Sheraton-Hotel sipping fresh orange juice. Between unpacking and showers we miss the sunset. At 10:30 pm is our live show on the Israeli television program. Taxi driver Josef drives us into Jerusalem to the studio. He begins to wonder, because he does not recognize us immediately without our costumes. “We are the Hu-Ha’s!” Louis explains to him. His good wishes accompany us. In the studio we sing “Moskau” and come in second in the rankings [trans: this was unclear, but I think this is what it means] If this keeps up...
Friday: Henriette wakes with a fever, and has to go to the doctor. Sch...nice! [trans: unclear]. Steve and Leslie look for an interview in the famous pirate station “Voice of Piece [sic?]” and quit moaning about the high seas for fun. We learn that our singles are here, since the Eurovision is in the charts again. Next destination: Eilat - the Israeli “Riviera.” After a five hour bus ride through the Negev Desert in the dark, we reach the Red Sea. Steve looks for a razor when his “middle part” threatens to grow [trans: no idea...] Until the show it’s all blank again. Great Success! The slip of the day comes to Leslie: “Wow how we all cheered in Israel!” Our escape from the bus he’s even right. 2 am: now again a five hour bus drive.
Saturday: Arrival in Tel Aviv at sunrise. Wolfgang, Steven and Louis hit the beach, the rest in their beds. In the afternoon we met our choreographer Hannes Winkler together again. Who watches us in the “Yad-Elyaho” (Sports Palace) rehearsals guesses why we call him “Schinderhannes.” Henriette smiles bravely, but can’t get out a word. It makes us worried. In the evening we rejoice to 5000 people when we sing “Israel.”
Sunday: Reunion with Jerusalem. Stroll through the old town. Drum freak Leslie discovered ‘treasures’ in the bazaar, Edina a fur coat for the German winter. The “Wailing Wall” from a distance (we have nothing to complain about.) Souvenir photo at the Dome of the Rock. Adventurous eating in a hurry. Schinderhannes drives us further into the congress hall and the stage. Steve bitches, Wolfgang turns a deaf ear. But it runs the show. Memories of the Grand Prix in March. Then we came in 4th place [sic]. Today in Israel we are number one!
Monday: Sleep in! At noon we will enjoy Israeli champagne on the beach. Water temperature 25 degrees. Leslie laments that he is still too pale. Steve is already very dark [trans: paraphrased; original translation inappropriate.] Wolfgang has slept the night on his belly. Sunburn! In the evening we are guests on the Israeli “Top of the Pops.” The television show features a disco for a later date.
Tuesday: Big excitement: Wolfgang has lost his airplane ticket. Everyone looks in vain. at 12, the thing is in the hotel. Clear! The bus takes us along the coast to Haifa. Along the way we harvest oranges, bananas and grapes like in the land of plenty. Hannes warns of “resounding” success. Steve threatens to not appear: the sun has burned his beautiful bald head. Edina helps him with dark make up. The appearance in Haifa has been saved!
Wednesday: Since last night, a hot desert wind has been blowing. We prefer Munich weather! The excitement, we get the Israeli “Oscar” for best foreign group ’79. In the Mann Auditorium we are also decorated with the peace prize and a gold single for “Dschinghis Khan.” Afterward, the party continues in our honour at the Sheraton. Everyone wants to celebrate with us. By 4 am, our eyes fall. A week full of experiences, adventures, and encounters! We have the best feeling to have found a lot of friends in Israel.
Captions: (Clockwise from right-hand corner)
Shiny as the mosque (L.) is also Dschinghis Khan. The country by which the “Grand Prix” struck her birth, she was honoured with gold, an Oscar, and the Peace prize.
By bus a journey of discovery: when there’s a refreshment stop in the canister.
“Cheers!” call Wolfganf, Louis, Edina, Leslie, Henriette and Steve and they drink to their success.
Dschinghis Khan proudly presents upon return the awards at the Munich airport in Israel: a gold single and an Oscar.
Rehearsal before the Israeli “Top of the Pops” (L)
Hannes Winkler, jokingly named “Schinderhannes” startles his parishioners.
Leslie has bought drums. Dschinghis Khan gives a special performance on the road.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I Tamed Dschinghis Khan
Monday, April 11, 2011
The "Klabautermann" is About.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Genghis Khan and His Brown Love
Not much to say about today's article other than, Wow.
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The solo dancer of the famous popgroup was directed by his fiancee to a shared flat in Munich.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Henriette: The Blonde One from Holland
This post is dedicated to MetFanMatt, because I've inadvertantly been torturing him for the past several days. Sorry!
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Henriette: The Blonde One From Holland.
I dare not say it; because many trained singers will point the fingers at me. But it is true: my singing career began with Dschinghis Khan. I have not had gigs before (except in school), I have not sung in a band, and at eight years old learned piano only for a short time. That I am nonetheless in Dschinghis Khan, I have to thank my husband Wolfgang, the boss of the group. But more on that later...
I was born November 13, 1953 in Amsterdam. My father was a dentist, and for me it was clear that I would be a dental assistant for him. Then at five years old I was given my first pair of figure skates, and I was so thrilled with this sport-art that I was daily out on the ice for hours. At nine, I received my first training-hours (lessons?) and all had the opinion that I had talent to be a big ice princess. My role model was the American Peggy Fleming, World Champion and Olympian.
I must honestly admit, I had talent. As a nearly-13 year old, I was sent from Amsterdam to Oberstdorf to have training. I went to a private school, because every day figure-skating students must train for five hours. Morning three hours compulsory excercises, afternoon two hours free skating. My trainer was the father of the mutiple German champion Sepp Schoenmetzier.
In Oberstdorf I lived with my Grandma, who accompanied me. My parents wouldn't allow a young girl to live on her own.
I took part in small competitions and I could always win first place. Until I one day suffered a bad fall, that stopped my career. It was really, please excuse this expression, saubloeder [ed: could not find a translation for this, possibly a rude word for stupid?] accident. It happened during training. I ran to the boards to take off my sweater, and I stumbled and crashed with my right leg so badly into the hard boards that I had a double fracture of the leg and ankle. I spent six months in a cast.
When I was able to walk again, I tried again on the ice. But I continued to move my injury. I decided to quit the sport. The dream of the Ice Princess was blown.
I finished secondary school (I had to repeat one year because of my move to Germany) and began then to work for my father. We lived in the meantime in Klosters in Switzerland.
But I did not want to do dental health alone my whole life. Incidentally, I began to train as a beautician in Zurich. In this branch I met one person in modelling, and was hired as a model. For two years I had shown it all in a bikini and a fur mantel.
In this time came also the meeting with Wolfgang. Incidentally, it was a very comical thing. Wolfgang played with his band in a discothek, and I was a guest. Wolfgang played so wild a show, that he knocked out his tooth with a microphone. The owner knew I was a dental-asisstant and sent Wolfgang to me. I made an appointment for him with my father. So began our friendship, and then it was soon love.
A half year later we were married. For us it was clear, that we wanted always to stay with each other. My father was very content with my choice, then besides music, Wolfgang was studying dentistry.
Two years ago we moved to Munich because of Wolfgang's studies. To me it was at the start quite boring. Wolfgang studied and earned money on the side as a studio musician. I sat at home and was glad when I received a few modelling jobs.
One day Wolfgang explained to me that he was very proud, that Ralph Siegel had hired him for a new group. Wolfgang was very mysterious, then said that I should sing it with him. I got a red face and said at first no. I had only sometimes at home sung, and Wolfgang always said that I had a good voice.
Well, Wolfgang finally managed it, and dragged me to Ralph Siegel. There I was, and should sing. I thought: I cannot be shamed anymore, and sang straight on. To my great surprise, Ralph Siegel was thrilled and gave me a contract.
Today I am very happy. Mainly because now Wolfgang and I are standing together. And let's face it – I don't have such a bad voice. Or?
Friday, January 28, 2011
Autograph Card #1
I got this autogrammkarte (autograph card) on eBay for about 1 euro. It's worth it to note that this isn't a real autograph card; the auto's are just printed on. Still, it's a neat relic. Leslie's signature in particular intrigues me -- what exactly did he write? To me, it looks like "Leslie Lisuden," but since "Lisuden" is not a word in English, German or Hungarian, I have to say that I just don't know.
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Dschinghis Khan
Given Name: Louis Hendrik Potgieter
Birthday: 4 April 1952[sic]
Birthplace: Johannesburg/South Africa
Eyes/Hair: Brown/Brown
Height: 1.90 metres
Trained profession: Solo dancer/ classical ballet
Given Name: Leslie Mandoki
Birthday: 7 January 1953
Birthplace: Budapest/Hungary
Eyes/Hair: Blue-green/brown
Height: 1.78 metres
Trained Profession: Music teacher [sic]
Married: to Romy Hempel since 1977
Name: Edina Pop
Given Name: Marika Kesmarki
Birthday: 4 February 1947
Birthplace: Budapest/Hungary
Eyes/Hair: Brown/light brown
Height: 1.70 metres
Trained Profession: Singing student/secretary
Married: to the actor Gunther Stoll since 1971 (till his death in 1977)
Given Name: Henriette Heichel
Maiden Name: Henriette Strobel
Birthday: 13 November 1953
Birthplace: Amsterdam/Holland
Eyes/Hair: Blue-green/dark blonde
Height: 1.71 metres
Trained Profession: Dental assistant/cosmetologist, was earlier a hobby-figure0skater.
Married: to Wolfgang Heichel since 1976
Name: Steve Bender
Given Name: Karl-Heinz Bender
Birthday: 2 November 1946
Birthplace: Mainz
Eyes/Hair: Blue/Bald
Height: 1.71 metres
Trained Profession: Painter
Married: to Elfriede Biegler since 1969
Child: Melanie (born 1975)
Given Name: Wolfgang Heichel
Birthday: 4 November 1951
Birthplace: Meissen/DDR (East Germany)
Eyes/Hair: Brown/brown
Height: 1.88 metres
Trained profession: Dental student (given up)
Married: to Henriette Strobel since 1976.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
How Their "Hadschi" Poster Was Created
This article came to me in two pieces, unfortunately; seems it was published across the binding. It is interesting because it provides a neat look at how the iconic "Hadschi Halef Omar" poster was created -- I for one had no idea that so much work went into it!
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It was the most expensive Single-Cover-Production of the year! For their new single, "Hadschi Halef Omar," Dschinghis Khan rented the film studio in Puchheim near Munich where shows such as "Der Alte" and "Derrick" are filmed. An artist painted on the wall a 15 metre wide desert horizon. Three truckloads of sand for the "desert" were brought in. It had to be mixed with paint so it would be desert-yellow. From the "Schuberth" travelling circus, a camel and a pony were brought in, and then the six savages threw on their new costumes and posed for the camera for BRAVO-photographer Bubi Heilemann. The result is what you see in this magazine...
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Captions, clockwise starting from the top.
- An artist paints "desert" on the wall.
- Louis makes "Hadschi Halef" Leslie beautiful.
- Leslie "on horeseback" in front of an artistic sand dune.
- Henriette makes up her husband Wolfgang.
- Steve polishes his freshly-shaved scalp.
- Louis feels great on the "Desert-Ship"
- Hump hump -- the camel was unloaded.
Friday, January 7, 2011
The DK-Book: Leslie Mandoki
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Leslie Mandoki is Hungarian. He was born in Budapest on January 7, 1953. A violin was his first contact with music in life.
The Mandokis (the father was a supervisor in the Finance Ministry, the mother was a Personnel manager at a restaurant chain) inhabited a villa floor on the outskirts of the two million person city of Budapest.
“In my parents' house there was a calm, balanced environment. Every evening, Father took to the violin. We listened and sang folk songs together often.”
In 1958, the Mandokis received another young: Son Peter came into the world. One year later, Leslie was enrolled in the eight year primary school, common in Hungary.
“Doki,” as his friends knew him, was a very confident child. (“At five years old I could send my parents alone on a boat trip”) and extremely bright: “I was always somehow busy, and always tinkering with my life; for example a light for my tent. With my many discoveries, I made the whole area unsafe.”
“Doki” was also an avid cyclist. “Every weekend, our whole family made the traditional bicycle trip up to the 'Donauknie,' where our cottage was. Every month I painted my bike and equipped it with the craziest things.”
Leslie Mandoki was just as agile in school as he was in leisure time. “I was a very good student with the best marks. I was interested in practically everything, and I read anything I could get into my hands. In addition, I had the luch of having a very good Literature teacher.”
For almost centuries, the Hungarian people, who come from the Hungarian Magyars, who advanced up the Danube from Central Europe, were closely linked with the culture of the West. Many significant composers, such as Zoltan Kodaly and Bela Bartok, are known far beyond the borders of their land. The 18th century found Hungarian literature, with Gyorgy Bessenyei and Ferenc Kazinzcy following the development of Europe. Even in elementary school, the students study the works of poets and thinkers.
Leslie Mandoki was not only a good listener, he was also a vocal student. “At 11 years old, I was elected class speaker, two years later I was chairman of the student council.”
Despite his strong commitment to school, he also found enough time to run athletics and play water polo. He was also a member of several youth organizations.
Ever since early youth had Leslie, by his father's violin playing, a relationship with music; it was now strengthened by the classically-inspired school choir in which he sang. “We had a very different relationship than, say, the students in Germany.” That should him later benefit.
Primary school takes eight years in Hungary. “I left with an excellent school-leaving certificate,” Leslie Mandoki says proudly.
He was equally as proud when he completed the difficult entry exam to “PETRIK-LAJOS” chemical pilot plant (a high school, where one receives training as a chemical engineer.) “In the pilot plant, despite my strong interest in the humanities, I had to mainly concern myself with natural science subjects, because my father had chosen the chemistry subject for me.”
The only bright spot in this time was the young writer's club, which Leslie joined, and published his poems in various student newspapers.
Leslie Mandoki has written many poems. For example, this: Around me snow/Frozen ghost-dreams driven by the wind/ I sit, shivering under my nothingness/ Over the next mountain, sunlight falls/ Warms my heart hanging around.
And he dreams for years, to publish a book of his poems.
Back to the youth. Between poetry and literature, the bright boy began to have a strong interest in music. He tried his hand as a drummer, played in school bands, sang with friends. Songs of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
“My father was outraged, and our teacher was also not excited, that we were involved in Western pop music. In their opinion, we should rather have taken part in official youth events.”
And Leslie's father, who probably already already guessed how deeply the music influenced his son, did the rest: “He always advised me on it, and later to become a musician.”
On April 1, 1969, Laszlo Mandoki [Leslie's father] died. “That was the worst shock of my life,” says Leslie, and he sought comfort in music.
“At seventeen, I founded my first group, we were known as 'Tiger.' Three guitars, keyboard, and drums. We played every Saturday in high school clubs and every Sunday in a dance school.” Leslie, who regularly took percussion lessons, sat at the “shooting gallery.”
Chemistry instruction at the pilot plant, he finished school with a pass. “At eighteen, the carefree school years were over.” Good years, that he has good memories of. “Our class got along so well together in these four years, that we still have close contact with each other.”
After graduation, Leslie began to study economics at the Highschool for Trade and Economy at Budapest. It was one year later, -- at nineteen years old – that he had his first big contact with the music scene.
At this point, it is necessary to identify a few fundamental differences between Hungary and Germany. “The Hungarian scene is in contrast to Germany, very very big. There are many musicians. The lyrics of the songs are more sophisticated than the English or German. To sing in English was also forbidden. Moreover, in Hungary at that time there were no Western records to buy in the record shops.”
And then he points to a particular nature: “In Hungary, no one is allowed to be unemployed. There is a control of the identity card, in which your workplace is shown. If you cannot produce your identity card, you are arrested. Therefore, it is hard to make music in Hungary. You must take state music exams, and get a so-called songs card. But as a musician, or painter, for example, you get a chance to go abroad, so of course, the incentive is great.”
Since there are no small clubs in Hungary, where young musical groups can earn their first fans, only youth centres paid for by the State remain. There again, one must be careful, “because for political reasons, one can quickly get banned from playing. It is difficult to develop as a rock musician.”
Leslie also remembers: “We all wore shoulder-length hair, although that was frowned upon.”
During his university days, “I was only interested in Psychology,” Leslie also got connection to professional musicians. And he took his musical test, without which he could not play music professionally in Hungary. “In the morning I went to university, afternoons, we practised.”
Three or four times weekly they gave concerts, in which Leslie paid very close attention, “because I changed the group members around until I was sure I had collected the right team. With them, I founded 'Jam.'”
During this time, Leslie Mandoki played not only drums, but also began to sing. “It was great fun. I also did much as a lyricist and composer of our group. Our style was then “Underground-Jazz-Rock,” with many complicated rhythms, but also simple songs describing our lives. Some numbers were twenty minutes long.”
“Jam” had success. “Our popularity was rapid. The evenings were always sold out.” Small wonder, that Leslie Mandoki soon felt no more desire to learn about modern bookkeeping. So after four semesters of economics, he officially changed to the Bela Bartok Jazz Conservatory.
“The impetus was my former master and percussion teacher, Julius Kovacs, who was a professor of percussion there. He had long told me that I should leave University and join him in the Conservatory.”
Leslie did. “Officially, I was still in University, unofficially I went to the Conservatory.” It's clear, that his music became then more strongly influenced by jazz.
“I called a second group to life. Our name was “Mandoki-Trio.” Our style: sophisticated jazz. In this trio, we were not forced to depend on rock elements.”
Both formations are developing to Leslie's great satisfaction. “'Jam' had become one of the most popular jazz-rock-groups. We toured all over Hungary and other Eastern Bloc countries, and also took part in open-air festivals.”
The successful group broke up at the end of 1974. Not that there had been any noise or trouble. The reason was quite different: “Three of us had to join the military. So I concentrated on my Jazz trio, and played as a guest in different bands.” He also worked as a studio musician on public recordings for Hungarian TV and radio.
Then came the year 1975. A year in which many things in the life of Leslie Mandoki changed. “I received an invitation to a Swedish jazz school and more offers from Norwegian and Danish agents for my trio.”
Leslie Mandoki left Hungary, moved across Europe, and ended up with friends in Germany. “Actually I wanted to go to Sweden, because many classmates lived there, but then I stayed in Germany.” More precisely, the refugee camp for foreigners in Munich.
He spent two weeks there, then it took him to the small Wurttemburg town of Gerlingen.. “There the mayor and his secretary helped me a lot.”
The next two and a half months went without work and without music. “I crammed ten hours a day. Finally, with my friend (a pianist) I founded 'Duo-Jam'” We played jazz, helped with the Schwabing State Theatre in Stuttgart, and received offers to play at dance bars. That was gratifying, but also problematic, because we had no relationship to this music.”
But they had no choice, and tried it. “We cut our hair, dressed up fine, and on 1 December 1975, tried it for the first time.”
It was a fiasco. “They had us thrown out almost immediately,” explains Leslie. Fans in Hungary just pretend to cheer.
But the two were lucky, they were given a grace period until the next evening – and they used it. “We practised all day, twelve hours long, and were allowed to stay. People obviously noticed that we had something.”
Leslie Mandoki and his friend played in dance bars, had work, earned money. But the work was not much fun for him. “After six months, we finally had enough and quit. We had saved up some money, and rented a small studio in Saarbrucken where we recorden a Demo with two commercial self-composed songs.”
Both Hungarians worked like berserkers. Up to eighteen hours a day. And they recorded at least a partial victory: they were hired as studio musicians. “There we did everything from jazz up to beer music.”
They had less success with their own compositions. “I had written songs and lyrics for a rock and a little bit jazzy LP. All in English. Title: 'Rock-Revolution.' Over two months, we worked on it, sent the demo to the local press, who were thrilled with it.”
The people from the record company complimented the already honed image of the band, but not everything was clear yet. The record dream, or as Leslie calls it, the self-realization, was broken.
The reason? “They said that rock made by two Hungarians in Germany would not sell in England or America.”
Leslie Mandoki did not give up. “We made a tour of discos, played (with good acclaim) at the jazz days in Nagold, toured again through nightclubs and finally brought a German guitarist to do so.”
The trio played in August 1977 at a rock festival in Stuttgart. But the breakthrough was not a threesome. And that made the problem even bigger.
Leslie Mandoki, married since April, hired another guitar player, a countryman from Hungary, who had settled in Norway, and called the quartet “Double Eagle.” “It was a hard time. We played in nightclubs and dancing clubs in half of Europe, but we had problems because we were foreigners.”
Although Leslie could barely live on the low income, he continued to be drawn back into the studio where he produced their own material. There was no time for his favourite leisure activities such as hiking, skiing, sailing and swimming, money, certainly not. “Even in the intervals between nightclub performances, I gave up vacations and went to the studio.”
In this context, his job gains meaning, says Leslie Mandoki: “I did not become a musician for financial reasons, rather because I was inwardly driven by something. Because I want to be able to tell people something.” It is that which expresses itself in his passion for literature and his urge to write poems. “In Hungary, I put everything into it, here in Germany, I've kind of forgotten the basis of it.”
Leslie Mandoki lost something else: the desire to continue playing in nightclubs. “At the end of Jult 1978, I just gave up the ghost. I gave up the group – we nevertheless stayed friends – and submitted a request for the approval for application to the university. I wanted to study psychology. But in the first year I had to do German in order to express myself better.”
The music does not let him go anyway. In August 1978 he produced three original compositions as a soloist and offered them to Jupiter Records in Munich. The answer was positive. “From September, I started in to study German in Munich. But every afternoon I spent in a practise-basement, developing new ideas.”
After a few weeks, he even had a group together. “We did not intend to evaluate our music the same commercially. We only worked diligently.”
Leslie Mandoki and his wife Romy lived now in a cozy three-room-house in Munich-Laim. There, the wild-looking and romantic musician has drums (“earlier, the neighbours bitched about the noise if I played them, but not any more”) and an electronic organ. He does weight training to keep fit, “because I hardly have time for swimming, sailing or skiing anymore.” Even his beloved quiet evenings with friends “and good food,” have become scarce.
This loss of free time is the curse of success. The success of Dschinghis Khan, which came as a surprise like Leslie's hiring to the successful group. “I had two of my compositions picked up by Jupiter-Records. End of '78, it was decided it was a single shot. One day, Ralph Siegel called me and asked me if I desired to join a new group.”
Leslie Mandoki had the desire, auditioned, and was hired. In February 1979 he met the rest of the group: Edina Pop, Wolfgang Heichel, Louis Potgieter, Steve Bender and Henriette Heichel. “It was not easy for me, because they had previously made completely different music than I do, but it was fun.”
It is still fun for him today, and he wishes, “that our group can see the continued success of Dschinghis Khan, that we may continued to develop and win even more friends to our music.”
When asked if he would like to have lived in the time of Genghis Khan, Leslie answered with a yes and a no. “Although I have read a lot about those times, I can't have any precise ideas. I relish the idea of living in a primitive people (here comes the Hungarian blood of his ancestors to light.) As such, it might have been nice. On the other hand, I oppose any kind of violence, which the olden-times of Genghis Khan were known for.”
And what does Leslie, who is very interested in India because of the “alternative lifestyles,” see for his future? “First of all, I stand firmly behind the concept of Dschinghis Khan, and I hope that we will continue to stay together and have success. In the time after, I will make progressive music, sung in English.” And of course, he wants to make an LP full of original compositions. “A solo-LP with songs about my life.”
Whether another wish comes true is unknown. “I would very much like to see my homeland again, my mother still lives in Budapest. But I'm not allowed to return, I settled elsewhere without government approval. I have written a song about my homeland. In it, a man leaves for many years and comes back to find everything changed.”
In the quiet hours that he needs (I just love sitting at home in the evenings, I need that quiet place, and to keep my private life strongly separated from my professional one”) he thinks often of his childhood in Budapest. “I had then many ideas with my brother to work on together. He came to all my concerts. We have also organized an evening together under the motto “Rock and Painting””
Leslie Mandoki: The dreamer, the poet, the songwriter – who would bother him when they see him act on stage as the long-maned wisp?