- Jul 9, 2010
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'tis the season.
Whether it's the fourth annual edition of the new Bogans On Pingers fest in the CBD offering a 'cosmic whirlwind across four Gregorian days, filled with booming emotion through speakers, stacks of diversity in the language of music, shared with similar minded hearts, heads, and dancing feet...' or Jizzfest or some indie rock catastrophe where a dude from Triple J does a zany announcement at 10pm before Dune Rats come on to collect their $4,000 split nine ways for the sixth time in the calendar year... no matter what, there is a festival for you and your Personal Brand.
I guess now Instagram is king and there's so many of these things, one will reflect your intended look. It's a good way for young people to hang out with their friends, take drugs, and spend $12 on a can of essentially mid-strength beer masquerading as an artisanal experience, but the older I get the less inviting these things look. You sit around in a tent coming down and sweating buckets looking at blades of dying grass while you will yourself up, or else you pay $180 to see a band you really like play a 40 minute set at 2pm, and about three bands you don't mind put in a half hearted set of songs while bitching about how hot it is in their jeans.
Maybe you muzz and still mourn the death of Zyzz and watch Chestbrah compilations to this day, pumped to wear little shorts and stringy singlets while bangin sloooots from Campbelltown as you follow around Stereosonic like a religious pilgrimage.
Maybe you go to Sugar Mountain and wear all black and ask someone to move so you can hopefully get to the front of the Boiler Room set and text your mates at home saying 'can you see me on the livestream? Get a photo.'
Maybe you actually don't care about stuff and have a good time, spend money, and come home happy because you danced around to some bands and had a laugh with your friends and who knows, maybe bumped into some people or met someone or something.
Do you go to music festivals?
Did you ever go to one overseas and now reminisce about it almost daily?
Were you not there for Nirvana's 1992 set at the Big Day Out, but tell everyone you were?
Was there an ill fated festival you loved?
Do you just go there to take drugs and hopefully bang a chick with cat-eye pupils and barely anything on?
Or are you all about the music, man?
Was it cool seeing Blink 182 in 2000 while taking ecstasy that still came in pills and not capsules, while getting free samples of a new vodka cruiser in a 50ml cup, while someone got crushed to death at the front?
Does anyone else just end up sitting there for like two or three hours because all the bands are s**t and they make you feel 'lame' for not getting 'it?' While the sound of distorted and aimless bass just acts as some undercurrent of The Festival Experience?
Do you keep your wristband so hopefully you can strike up chat with a hot chick in a smokers room at 1am?
Are you :hearteyesemoji: over the Coachella lineup? Is it #goals and #toomuch?
Whether it's the fourth annual edition of the new Bogans On Pingers fest in the CBD offering a 'cosmic whirlwind across four Gregorian days, filled with booming emotion through speakers, stacks of diversity in the language of music, shared with similar minded hearts, heads, and dancing feet...' or Jizzfest or some indie rock catastrophe where a dude from Triple J does a zany announcement at 10pm before Dune Rats come on to collect their $4,000 split nine ways for the sixth time in the calendar year... no matter what, there is a festival for you and your Personal Brand.
I guess now Instagram is king and there's so many of these things, one will reflect your intended look. It's a good way for young people to hang out with their friends, take drugs, and spend $12 on a can of essentially mid-strength beer masquerading as an artisanal experience, but the older I get the less inviting these things look. You sit around in a tent coming down and sweating buckets looking at blades of dying grass while you will yourself up, or else you pay $180 to see a band you really like play a 40 minute set at 2pm, and about three bands you don't mind put in a half hearted set of songs while bitching about how hot it is in their jeans.
Maybe you muzz and still mourn the death of Zyzz and watch Chestbrah compilations to this day, pumped to wear little shorts and stringy singlets while bangin sloooots from Campbelltown as you follow around Stereosonic like a religious pilgrimage.
Maybe you go to Sugar Mountain and wear all black and ask someone to move so you can hopefully get to the front of the Boiler Room set and text your mates at home saying 'can you see me on the livestream? Get a photo.'
Maybe you actually don't care about stuff and have a good time, spend money, and come home happy because you danced around to some bands and had a laugh with your friends and who knows, maybe bumped into some people or met someone or something.
Do you go to music festivals?
Did you ever go to one overseas and now reminisce about it almost daily?
Were you not there for Nirvana's 1992 set at the Big Day Out, but tell everyone you were?
Was there an ill fated festival you loved?
Do you just go there to take drugs and hopefully bang a chick with cat-eye pupils and barely anything on?
Or are you all about the music, man?
Was it cool seeing Blink 182 in 2000 while taking ecstasy that still came in pills and not capsules, while getting free samples of a new vodka cruiser in a 50ml cup, while someone got crushed to death at the front?
Does anyone else just end up sitting there for like two or three hours because all the bands are s**t and they make you feel 'lame' for not getting 'it?' While the sound of distorted and aimless bass just acts as some undercurrent of The Festival Experience?
Do you keep your wristband so hopefully you can strike up chat with a hot chick in a smokers room at 1am?
Are you :hearteyesemoji: over the Coachella lineup? Is it #goals and #toomuch?