From little things, big things grow” sings Paul Kelly, the Aussie legend himself is playing Meredith Music Festival this year.
19 years ago, 250 pioneers ventured to Meredith for a weekend of music and mischief. Look how she has grown. This year, Meredith is turning 19, the same age as the A Weekend at The Farm organiser, Mitch Ansell.
Ansell said his “intention was to bring some friends together, let some bands play that might not have had an experience like this before.” A realist vision without any of the naïve ambition that brought down the ill-fated Blueprint Festival.
The Farm was a successful two days and nights of music, mischief and madness, with only the aftermath being one unroadworthy vehicle.
Compare that to the couple of hundred grand owed by the Blueprint Fest-fiasco and you have lift-off.
Providing the charm of a house party with cool parents and some fresh music talent, The Farm delivered the goods.
The crowd clad in tie-dye went wild for Straw King Eye and raged to Royal Control. Red Cat teamed their set with hilarious banter and Hugh McGinlay’s set was sweeter than his long red hair.
Sleep Decade serenaded, holding only light-hearted animosity over having to share a keyboardist, lead singer Casey Hartnett admitted awe over former five-piece Francolin’s sound. Francolin’s EP launch in January will usher in a new sound on the Melbourne scene, a blend of Fleet Foxes, Bob Dylan and a little Cat Empire trumpet lovin’ left the crowd in a toe-tingling, ready to dance wave of enjoyment.
The Reefs didn’t disappoint and the party raged on even though Falls-bound Naysayer and Gilsun were too ill to make it.
Maybe in 19 years The Farm will be the biggest festival since Sunbury.
If not, the tie-dyed t-shirts, great music and memories of partying til the sun came up will be held close to the hearts of all those festival-goers holding out for the next year’s A Weekend at The Farm.