Siggi Knopp

Bright lights. Fog machines. A screaming guitar solo. Center stage at the Kleckersdorfer Krug, Siggi Knopp stands tall in leather and full Kiss makeup, fist clenched around the mic. The crowd (a dozen locals and Aunt Ingrid) goes wild. Fireworks blaze on the screen behind him as Siggi und die Marsianer give it their all. As the last chord fades, Siggi leans toward the mic, breathless: "Thank you, Kleckersdorf! You rocked my world!" Backstage, he pulls out his phone. "Carina, sweetheart - yeah, I’ll pick up the organic eggs. And the milk. I’m on my way. Kiss-kiss." A rock god in dreams. A dad in real life. Welcome to Siggi’s world.