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Da muss ich vielleicht doch lieber Boldy James hören.
Dazu fand ich diesen Tweet sehr passend:Nach der ganzen Corona Pause mit Konzerten und Veranstaltungen, sind doch nun auch fast alle großen Events teurer geworden. Schaut euch allein mal die Preise von den Festivals an.
100€ für einen Stehplatz im Innenraum ist aber nun wirklich knackig.
Ich hatte wirklich Bock. Sogar ein scheiß timer gestellt. Aber 100€. Plus Drinks essen was was ich. Ne lass mal. Dafür bekomme ich ein Ticket nach Istanbul Plus nen Adana Kebab und balik eckmeck.Nach der ganzen Corona Pause mit Konzerten und Veranstaltungen, sind doch nun auch fast alle großen Events teurer geworden. Schaut euch allein mal die Preise von den Festivals an.
100€ für einen Stehplatz im Innenraum ist aber nun wirklich knackig.
Adana Kebap <3Ich hatte wirklich Bock. Sogar ein scheiß timer gestellt. Aber 100€. Plus Drinks essen was was ich. Ne lass mal. Dafür bekomme ich ein Ticket nach Istanbul Plus nen Adana Kebab und balik eckmeck.
What was not a surprise was that two of the highlights of the evening came when Kendrick reached for his most spiritual work. The first of these was his performance of “Count Me Out”, a rousing and heartbreaking ode to brokenness and resilience, whose writing and delivery represent some of his very first work. The second of these was the set’s astonishing conclusion, when Kendrick - surrounded by his dancers, bathed in blood and lamenting lost innocence - chanted, over and again, “They judge you, they judge Christ/Godspeed to women’s rights”. Then, visibly moved and perhaps even overwhelmed by the moment, he then discarded the microphone and departed the stage. There was to be no crowd-pleasing encore: instead, he left us with something vital, and therefore infinitely better.
Given the US Supreme Court’s recent decision to overturn Roe v Wade, which threatens to remove abortion rights across much of America, Kendrick’s final battle cry was the right message delivered at precisely the right time on the biggest stage of all. In the best Christian tradition, it was also redemptive. If Kendrick’s ascent to the pinnacle of rap has ever had one blemish, it is on the issue of sexism - please see, for example, Tomi Obaro’s excellent critique from 2016 - yet here, from the mountaintop, he said exactly what needed to be said, in a manner that was uniquely powerful. His final statement was so bold and so inspiring that it moved many onlookers to tears as they left: and, just maybe, it is one of which the original wearer of those thorns would have been proud.
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