Some people may be thinking, “Who?” Others who know he’s a medium-known singer in Greece are asking, “Why?”
Fair enough. He doesn’t have the showmanship or perceived $ex appeal of Sakis Rouvas, the smooth voice of Antonis Remos or boyish charm of Michalis Hatzigiannis, but that’s what I like about him.
He’s a normal guy — he chants liturgy at Easter like he did when he was 9 years old and performs songs of the mostly laïkó genre. He doesn’t fly into a crowd on a wire, hire flashy dancers or hop around on stage with a guitar. He sings with other artists I favor, such as Yiannis Kotsiras, Dimitra Galani, Eleni Tsaligopoulou and Dimitris Mitropanos (RIP as of 2012). He’s modest and unassuming. I like that, too.
Some may look at him and say, “Hey, he’s not that good looking.” Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I adore him. And I think many would agree that he hasn’t had the success and recognition he deserves.
So what does my Greek counterpart think of this infatuation with the German-born Greek? Well, he knows that I downloaded all the Basis videos I can find, own two CDs and watch him whenever he’s on “To Party,” “Stin Hgeia Mas” or “Koita Ti Egine,” but I don’t have everything he’s ever done, and I’ve never met him or seen him perform live. The latter is on a bucket list I’d like to finish, before leaving Greece.
Oh yes, my Greek partner. He seems OK with it because I’m not giddy or ridiculously obsessed, but I doubt he’ll help me dump a tray of flowers on Dimitris’ head.