The lockdown has been bad for many artists as well as for most other people in this world. For a few, however, the period of standstill was a stroke of luck, a welcome break in the whirl of swelling hectic. One of them is the singer-songwriter Chris Dahlgren, who lives in New York, Berlin and Salzburg, and who is launching his third album "Got Milk" with his band Dhalgren. Chris Dahlgren a singer-songwriter? Isn't that a jazz bassist who has played with Anthony Braxton, Joe Lovano and Herb Ellis, among others, or in his Berlin days with Gebhard Ullmann as well as the lunatic trio Johnny La Marama? Correct. Chris Dahlgren is one of the world's most renowned jazz bassists, mastering all facets between tradition and avant-garde. But life is on the one hand too rich and on the other hand too short to limit oneself to just one idiom. With his band Dhalgren, Dahlgren interprets songs. His songs.

The term singer-songwriter says nothing about the nature of the songs. Chris Dahlgren is not a new Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen or Paul Simon, nor Konstantin Wecker nor Wolf Biermann, nor does he want to be anything like them. The songs on "Got Milk" have a transcendental independence that does not come into being in a vacuum, but is nevertheless a completely new combination of what already exists and what has been specially invented.