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He is a legendary radio DJ and made us what we are today: Thomas Meinecke. The music connoisseur, presenter and disc jockey broadcasts one last time. But we know: a music fan never retires. A farewell letter.

By: Michael Bartle

Status: May 21, 2021

In my home on the toilet there is a poster of your band FSK, on ​​it the slogan: "Today disco, tomorrow revolution, the day after tomorrow country party". But that's not the only reason why I see you, so to speak, every day, or even more so, in my ears. “So to speak”, by the way, is a real and in the best sense vague and ambiguous Meinecke word.

The Zündfunk editorial team in 1994. Thomas Meinecke is second from the right in the top row.

You have made around 1,000 programs for us people in the radio, for us makers, listeners, and above all: us fans. You always wanted to be and stay that way yourself: A fan of the best, the latest and / or the most exciting music. A simple term like "journalist" or even "music journalist" would not do you justice. As a result, you have mostly rejected samples from record companies. You wanted to find the music yourself. On vinyl, of course mostly with a catalog number that you thought was important to read out in your broadcasts. Vinyl wherever you could get it, in the cities where you read, worked, played or held visiting professorships. Except maybe the production-wise extremely interesting and lower-lying multi-million-dollar hip-hop, then it was also allowed to be a CD, preferably and precisely in the Müller market.

What I've always admired about you:

- your love for the genitive

- Your Thomas Mann sentences, according to the pure teaching, completely unsuitable for the radio, but always elegant and easy from your voice, like a floor gymnast after a triple somersault

- the always polite fight over every sentence, every character, if you ever wanted to edit your manuscripts and perhaps wanted to resolve a comma

But most of all I liked and admired your deep fantasy and knowledge. Your knowledge of the jazz of Archie Shepp, Monk, Coltrane and Sun Ra, as well as New Orleans Funk, Hill Country, Glam or Texan Polka; Curtis Mayfield and Beyonce as well as NRBQ or any other band in Combo and Graceland, as you called some of your programs and series. This knowledge, however, never dripped wet from tears to nostalgia or retromania - on the contrary: I only know very few music people who always - also at the same time - wanted to discover the latest and always the most exciting. I remember well how we stood together with about 25 other people at the very first Cat Power concert in Munich. How nice that we later got to love Theo Parrish, Moodyman, Jlin, Underground Resistance, Drexciya and Hyperdub almost at the same time.

Detroit and Chicago, Berlin, Düsseldorf, Rio, Cape Town and the Sahel zone: there was no genre, no artists, no places where you hadn't always found and brought super interesting music with you. It's crazy that all of this was and is possible on public broadcasting: You, our host. We, who were allowed and able to host you, sometimes against the pounding optimizing wind, against which together we could always argue well. After all, when the internet made this world smaller, people wanted to hear you everywhere on earth.

So now your last night mix, not a long review, you don’t dwell on that, but new sounds from the Sahara - we want to stay precise: “Tales from the Sahel Zone and the Sahara Desert” you called them, subtitle: “Hypnotic songs from Mali and Niger ”- we will receive them on the radio. The day after tomorrow then the country party, which you sometimes appreciate, but of course you will stay in the here and now, in today, in the disco, where the music is playing. And we will hear you, read from you, dance to you. A music fan does not retire.

Thank You For The Music, dear Thomas. And thank you for being Thomas Meinecke. We will miss you.

Michi Bartle for everyone in Bayern 2 Zündfunk, in the night mix and in front of the radio.