October 5, 2008 | 11 Comments
Random Thoughts And Pictures.
So my body is sore, I’m sweaty and dirty, and I have a funny taste in my mouth.
Usually, this means that I’ve just completed a solid stint in the bedroom or on the lounge floor, possibly the spare room on the wooden desk - but on this occasion it’s because I’ve just come home from the Rocking the Daisies music festival in Darling, you know, the one that’s been advertised all over the media.
In it’s third year now, the event has become bigger and bigger since it’s earlier days, which isn’t necessarily a good thing, as the amount of wankers they let in this year definitely saw a sharp increase to that of previous events.
Yes, I know I’m being bitchy, I’m in a bit of a mood right now, I’ll tell you why later in the week.
So without further ado then, here with some random pics and general musings:
Is This A Celine Dion Concert? No, It's The Queue For Rocking The Daisies.
Even though we rocked up late on Saturday afternoon, the queue still resembled a disaster movie scene - where you have a dense mass of urban dwellers, fleeing the city at the news that a giant nuclear-reactive lizard was about to descend upon them. Some people weren’t sure if the dirt road was a single or double lane, and it eventually became a free-for-all, with Toyotas, BMW’s and Peugeots all fighting it out to get to the front as quickly as possible. To add to the confusion, there was a strange bearded man on the main road, waving off motorists and telling them that tickets were sold out and that they should turn around. Obviously he was lying, and usually this would have lead me to turn around and beat him with the velvet slipper I keep in my boot, but by this time we were all tired and cranky and just wanted to get inside and roll around in the mud.
Eventually, once we got inside, we had the opportunity to take some more pics and videos, as the following clearly shows.
The Main Area was pretty chilled at first, before filling up and then becoming a f**king nightmare as people jostled for space. Dirty words were used, fists were thrown, and reputations were sullied.
There were plenty of stalls with things like food, caps and other clothing accessories - sold by hippies and people who had excess food, caps and other clothing accessories.
Hey man, the 90's just called, and asked if they could have their green jeans back. Thanks.
Hey chick, I just got an sms from your mom, wanting to know where her dish cloth has disappeared to?
So that was pretty much Rocking the Daisies in a nutshell. It was cold and windy, loud, muddy and very, very full. This was the first time I attended (after lying about going the previous year) but judging by the comments of many of the patrons, last year seemed to be much better. Perhaps it was due to the increase in the crowds and thus the decrease in space, or maybe it was the kak weather, but most of the people I spoke to were kind of over it by Saturday evening.
Maybe this should be moved up to the warmer Summer month’s in future? Maybe it should be limited to a certain number of people? (Apparently there were 12 000 on Saturday) Something for the organisers to consider in future then.
Anyhoo, I’m going to sleep now. Good night.
