“Herman” Brood 5 November 1946 – 11 July 2001
Herman played with his band ‘The Wild Romance’.
Fame came with their second album, Shpritsz a play on the German word Spritze for syringe—from 1978.
Brood became a star of the international alternative Rock-scene that involved by then the by popstarl loved ART-Decor of Berlin and made the film CHA-CHA-CHA
Never lost his coolness.
He made this film with German star Nina Hagen with whom he was in a relationship
Following the success of the Album The Wild Romance performed in the USA
Brood was known as the Nations favorite ‘Rock ‘n’ roll Junkie’.
He became very successful as a painter but always recorded music.
After his unforseen passing ,U2 while performing in the Netherlands payed tribute to Herman Brood and so did many friends.
I like to think Herman was an intelligent and sensitive guy. Someone who brings a happy little something when you least aspect it.
He left behind four kids (three girls and one boy), ex-wife, his parrot Cor and many friends.
“It is quite common for an artist to use drugs, but not for him to tell everybody. I admit that it scared me that my popularity could make people start using drugs”“I accept you as I am”
Goin’ down the line, head up high
I wonder why it’s so hard to feel fine
Got all I need plastic teeth, a pocket full of speed and I’m cool in the heat
Groovy little lady, seems I’m wasting her time
I’ve got headhammer bullets, still back in crime
People say that I used to do better
So I guess I’m gonna have to get myself together
But I’ll never
I’ll never be clever
I’ll never ever, I’ll never be clever
Some say I’m suicidal with a sense of humour
Some say I’m freakin’, and they’ll try to start rumours
Some people say that I won’t last long
Find myself a home, settle down, write a song
I love to hang around in black people’s places
Fascinating, starin’ at faces
Holy mama, make me concentrate
I’ve gotta write a song and I’ve got to create
But I’ll never
I’ll never be clever
You know that I’ll never ever man, I’ll never be clever child
Goin’ down the line with my head up high
I wonder why it’s so hard to feel fine
I got all I need
Plastic teeth, a pocket full of speed
And I’m cool in the heat
Groovy little lady, seems I’m wasting her time
I don’t want to, move back to crime
People say that I used to do better
So I guess I’m gonna have to get myself together
But I’ll never
I’ll never be clever
I’ll never ever, I’ll never be clever
You know that I’ll never
I’ll never be clever
I’ll never ever, I’ll never be clever
Writers:Danny Lademacher, Herman brood