May 28th: Leipzig – the last 24 hours or so
I'm sitting in a cafe in Berlin trying to recreate the last 24 hours of WGT from photos and memory. We woke and made an early-ish start, as we wanted to get to a medieval market that was being held just off of Leipzig's Alexanderplatz. There was a Backerei (bakery) near our tram stop, so we got breakfast: black coffee and and some kind of rhubarb thing.
It was an old place, from the mid-seventies I'd guess, run by a middle-aged woman who didn't seem to truck with serving baked goods to the undead. The old guy and his dog didn't seem to mind, helpfully fetching the massive iron key that would let us make use of the bathroom.
Then we jumped the tram and got moving. We got the the Hauptbahnhof and I took photos of goths doing banal things. I wish I'd taken more. I swear I could get a grant for this shit. As it stands the shots I got aren't so great. I should have gone berserk for the first hour after we arrived; opportunities were rife.
We grabbed our connection and went walking.
Enroute we found a gambling joing with a net connection, dealt with some overdue net business, left, and passed a cathedral. I wanted to take a closer look so we popped in. It was magnificent. A bunch of other WGTers were there as well, making a quiet spectacle of themselves. Which no-one seemed to mind too much about.
The place was absolutely beautiful, though.
Eventually we got to Alexanderplatz. Goths in varying types of finery were wandering around.
The market itself was great.
The weather was warm and bright, and I bought myself something for my wrist. I want to get something from London, Berlin, New York, Lousiville, Helsinki and Reykjavik as well. This one's a hard leather-like sculpy thing with a fat white stone in the centre. I really dig it. That and the WGT wristband are my Leipzig mementoes. So we walked around, I photographed quite a bit, J shopped but didn't get anything really. So we stopped here:
... and ate this:
Stir-fried mushrooms, fries and cherry beer. The mugs the beer came in are fantastic. I bought two beers, sacrificed the deposit and kept both. Going to ship them home. They feel great in the hand, are a pleasure to drink from and are good for everything from wine to coffee. Brilliant.
And the beer was fantastic.
After that we decided to head back and get out to Agra, which is basically a million miles away. That night we were seeing Faith and the Muse, Lacrimosa, Diary of Dreams and Alien Sex Fiend. The immediate draw, though, was the market. The WGT market. Holy crap.
See, I expected to find nothing for guys. It's the case in Melbourne that girls get the well-made good-looking stuff, and guys get an overprinted shirt and something with lace stapled to it. That was also the experience in Camden, and the 'fashion market' at the Electric Ballroom. It was also mostly my experience at WGT, but I did find a shirt that really suits me... and a 3/4 length coat of soft black leather with bright silver buttons on the front and on the cuffs and on the pockets. And it was half-price. In the end I wound up also grabbing a pair of sunglasses (I had to paint over the side designs with black nail polish, but otherwise they're great) and a pair of black contacts for laughs. 200 euro later I was pretty goddamned stoked and unrepentant.
Finished there in time to get something to drink from the cantina...
... walk to another building...
... wardrive someone's MacBook from the mezzanine in the adjoining bar...
... and then get to Faith and the Muse.
After that was Diary of Dreams (for me the absolute standout of the entire festival.)
After that came Lacrimosa.
During which I went for a walk.
Mmmm... undead punch.
90 minutes later they were still going.
After them, around 1am, Alien Sex Fiend.
If Bergman's Death had an irritating younger brother who was half as healthy but twice as popular he'd probably look like Mr. Fiend. The man dances like an old guy who thinks he just discovered it and has the likeable demeanour of a man who has never had to suffer any consequences. It was pretty groovy. And he and Mrs. Fiend are as tight and lovely together as ever.
After that we trammed home in the rain, footsore.
The festival was all but over the next day. This is a shot of Marek 10 minutes after waking (he shared the music room with us), deciding what to check out that day.
I spent a few hours at the Hauptbahnhof sorting out netstuff in the only open wifi connection I could find. Caffeine overload by that point.
By the time I got back the only food option was non-groovy kebab and a bottle of Club-Mate. Tasty as hell nonetheless.
Club-Mate: When Responsible Living Isn't An Option.
And that's pretty much that. Laptop dying. Hope the coding works. More later.