DR. MARK BENECKE: WGT Diary 2022 (33/60) – Hugs for money? Nick Cave? Fuck? (2)

Automatic translation. Improvements are constantly being worked on.

A little later. In the photo pit, in addition to the photographers, there are also quite young people who turn out to be a collective of relatives of the employees. One young videographer in particular stands out with a glitter rainbow hairband. This solemn dress is all the more welcome as the miracle of the WGT has just taken place: Rotersand stood in for Neuroticfish and only found out ten days before the gig that they were to open the WGT Saturday in the afternoon at the agra. Rarely have I experienced such a happy and resonating and completely through the roof audience as at this performance. Now, at the latest, the pandemic has danced away.

In keeping with the life-affirming feeling that flows through the Gothic-Hall this year, the technicians have, as they do every year, put a new motto in their technical house next to the big stage. A few years ago it was, “No jugglers.” This year, it’s “go fuck yourself.” When I want to take a photo of it, the technician with the mohawk asks to be allowed to sit in the photo. (Text & photos: Mark Benecke)

Will there finally be hugs for money in the next part? And what happened to Nick Cave?

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