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Kategorie: gitarriges

lieblingssongs #70: blumfeld – verstärker

Veröffentlicht am von

om zum grusse und herzlich willkommen zur siebzigsten ausgabe unserer lieblingsongs.

als ich diesen song zum ersten mal gehört habe, war ich sofort hin und weg – was sich bis heute nicht geändert hat. wieso aus jochen distelmeyer damals in den seligen neunzigern nicht der grösste deutschsprachige musik-superstar aller zeiten geworden ist, werde ich ohnehin nie verstehen. viel spass.



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