The musician Willi Resetarits died on Sunday morning as a result of a fall on a staircase in his house. In a conversation with the APA on Monday evening, the Resetarits family emphasized this statement “to rule out speculation about the cause of death,” as it was said.
When the death was announced on Sunday, it was said that it was a fatal accident without giving any details. The dismay in the cultural and political scene was great.
The native Burgenland-Croatian, who lived on the outskirts of Vienna, became known with the butterflies and his alter ego Ostbahn-Kurti and has also been committed to human rights and minorities for decades, also sang about death.
Above all, however, he sang about life, about love, about the blackbirds and the meadows, about the Danube and the grocer, about angels and St. John’s beetles. And so lovingly, so carefully, but also so soulfully and so intensely that you didn’t just want to dance along to the spring waltz, but also got goosebumps very quickly and became almost a bit melancholic.
On top of all that, an ensemble that sounded as relaxed as if it had come from the living room and yet had everything that belongs to a fine jazz band (bass, percussion, guitar, but also clarinet, flugelhorn, and grand piano).
Conclusion: A much too early farewell to a bard, a poet, a wonderful one!