“Does some Kelly actually play in Vienna every month?” My better half asks me, not without good reason, as I make my way to the Wiener Stadthalle on a windy, but not cold, Saturday evening. In any case, today is the turn of the most commercially successful and artistically most exciting. The sugar-sweet Paddy Kelly became Michael Patrick a long time ago. He once spent six years among monks with silence and asceticism in a French monastery in order to recover from the strain of child labor in the family segment and finally find a life of his own. After Barby, who died far too early last year, he was the second family member to break out of the overpowering Kelly cocoon. He would never have expected such a career as the current one when he was persuaded by the friars to “find a beautiful woman and play music again”, as he charmingly sums up at the end of the concert.