My superstitious ways emerge again as I think that the way one spends the opening moments of a new year determine what happens in the twelve months that follow. So, thankfully, if my theory is watertight, my year should be pretty swell.
A round of applause and a tip of the hat goes to excellently organised and executed Lorne Falls Festival, where I welcomed in the new year.
Wrapping up 2200 kms of travel, 3 days of music, 35+ degrees of heat, 3 hours of torrential rain, the odd beer and a whole bunch of joints in a blog post seemed like a walk in the park until I actually tried to do this, but here goes nothing...
The crowd was: Much the same shirtless fucking knobs as at your regular Sydney one-dayer e.g. Peaklife, Big Munt Out, being trailed by cute girls all trying so hard to look different, but looking the same. My goodness Victorians can drink! I don't know at what point in time music festivals became excuses for extroverted personalities to get as fucked up as is humanly possible but it doesn't seem quite right.
Not to say there was a few humble devotees who actually cared for the music on broadcast, you truly are sparkling diamonds in a sea of roughage.
The music was: spectacular, in a nutshell. Kudos to The Temper Trap, Emiliana Torrini, Lyrics Born, Seasick Steve, Editors, Yves Klein Blue, Yeah Yeah Yeahs (aka the Karen O show), Major Lazer, Chairlift, Moby, Andrew Bird and Patrick Watson. This tasty little mixed bag made for a unforgettable music festival experience, each delivering a seamless performance, complimented by great sound quality (providing you were standing in the right spot. Also, not being passed out and not remember anything post beer #36 helps too. You know who you were guys).
Bands that sucked were: Art Vs. Science. I mean seriously, are you kidding me? Why does everyone finger themselves anally over these guys? They are utterly shit. Stupid fucking mindless songs about NOTHING AT ALL. I'm not a hater but will someone please run over these fucks with their own tour bus.
Unfortunately, Jamie T... Boring set man, shame.
Oh Mercy. After such a good EP it's a shame that these guys suck so bad live. I've tried a few times but it's confirmed. And why does the lead play a left handed guitar upside down? No wonder it sounds so shitty.
White Rabbits. Boring, sorry. I'd like them not to be, but they were.
Grizzly Bear! Why why whhhyyyyy?? It could have been the blistering heat that stopped us soberer patrons from venturing out into the 'good sound spot' but unforts GB were sloppy and pissweak. A right disappointment.
And another thing I'd like to rant about... why were the Hilltop Hoods given the midnight set on NYE? I don't want to be counted into a new year by 2 oppressed bogans who write songs about drinking booze, fighting people and then calling it a 'great night'.
Anyway I don't know where this emergingly redundant post is going but I will say that I had a great time and I suggest it to everyone to give it a go sometime. If you're coming from Sydney then expect a fucking long road trip, but that's half the fun really. Be prepared to live in a tent very close to other people in tents who have beer bongs for breakfast. Be prepared to go without showers for 3 days. Overboozing and getting munted is seriously unattractive but if that's what you need then you won't be flying solo. The food is delicious, the surroundings are picturesque. There's no phone reception either. It can either be unbearably hot or freezing cold. But a muddy concoction of all these things makes for an unreal time.
Oh yeah, and I heard Marva Whitney had a heart attack on stage or something? What?
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good post brother
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