For over an hour Benjamin Herman and the Robin Nolan Trio played their hearts out at the Jazz Festival. Afterwards, they presented their new album. You could have a chat with them. And take your picture with them, if you wanted. For only 20 euros you could buy the great album, directly from them, enthusiastically signed and handed over with a fitting smile.
A true bargain for such a high-quality, spine-tingling experience, but a number of people around us thought differently. They called it expensive and preferred to go for a beer and have something to eat.
When you talk food at a festival, you’re quickly forking over 5 euros for a small plastic cup (0.20l) of Heineken or 8,50 euros for that marketing gimmick known as Silver. Muffins go for 7,50, sandwiches start at 12.50, with a slice of pizza doing 14 and a rice bowl topping 20 euros. A quick bite with something that trying to pass for beer easily touches 50 euros for two people, everything served in disposables. But it probably makes for a nice selfie … or something.
Little good can come from a society that has over 50 euros to spare for high processed junk in plastic wrappers, but considers 20 euros for 56 minutes of brilliant music (bought directly from the artist, with lasting memory of a lifetime) too much.