The
committee needs absolutely no introduction - but we couldn't resist:
Kirstin
Tanger (registration, bookkeeping and programme
planning)
Just like J.F.K. (but we are sure the similarity ends there) she
is a Berliner- and I do not mean a jam-filled doughnut. She writes
wonderfully sensitive songs and takes care of the ongoing well-being
of the filkfund. Whether she sings about hunters of the night
or hunts you down herself for the money you bid at the auction
- she will do both with equal ardour and panache. So stand and
deliver, don't delay. Pay. Or pray.
Katy
Dröge (youth hostel organisation, website)
With her unsurpassable northern charm, she is one of our superheroes.
Filker of the first ones, the olden ones, the. (better not elaborate)
and partner of Ju, the famous translator beast of Traal. Success
paves their way like quagmire and quicksand. Their special weapon
is the air-squeezer hug. Should the dreaded syllables "Hi,
Sweetie!" echo your way - duck and cover. The ConCom will
hand out head-sized safety paper-bags on request.
Anke Teschke
(progress reports, programme book, con-ads)
Fire is her speciality. She breathes it, has it in her
heart and in her laughter and it is in all her ideas. Songs, lyrics,
computer art, layouts and wayouts - the League depends on her.
But beware, she is quick to draft not only sketches but also unsuspecting
sudden volunteers to help with tasks one did not know anything
about a moment before. And never wanted to find out.
Volker
Tanger (tech coordination, account)
Friendly and industrious he is, the backbone of the ConCom. Which
is just as well because techies do not only use tech gear, they
also have to schlep it. But, no cable is too long, no mixer too
big, no button too high, no noise too obnoxious. High voltage
zigzags from his fingertips. Volker records everything that has
not made it to safety on the count of three. Without him we would
not have the famous FilkCONtinental CDs either, even if they sometimes
are just a little elusive.
Frank
Gunkelmann (Master of Ceremonies)
No pun is too painful, no joke too bawdy, no schtick too time-worn.
Like a hurricane he sweeps through the con with charm and - if
necessary - broom. His most dreaded weapon: the double laughter
with inside giggle. A lethal assault. And don't - don't ever get
too close to him when he is carrying a box with ice cream. Ice
cream - you scream ...
The
wonderful crazy people who help us:
Chris "Keris" Croughton (Chief Techie)
Juliane
Honisch (Translations)
