It couldn’t get much more lively than Flimm: Richard Strauss in New York, the “Ring” in Bayreuth and Handel in Zurich. With him goes the most successful theater maker of the last fifty years. An obituary.
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If his private mythology is to be believed, then Jürgen Flimm has always suffered from the competition with his brother Dieter, who is two years his senior. He played the drums, and that’s why the girls adored him and not him, the little brother. They both studied in Cologne, where in the early 1960s there was a group with the rather well-intentioned name “Stage for Sensual Perception” in which upcoming geniuses like Heinrich Breloer, Wulf Segebrecht and Hans Neuenfels could try their hand at it. Dieter Flimm played the drums, of course, for his brother there was only the unappreciative pantomime left, otherwise there were rather sad verses, of course in majestic lowercase letters: “whoever seeks peace is with/us he/is suddenly on the run/speaking frame”.
