As the title suggests (in fact not only suggests... it quite blatantly points out) that this blog will be about my first festival experience.
I am friends with quite a few musicians myself, of bands that I adore who play regularly in the Sydney area (shoutout to the Inheritors and Slow Down Honey, ha!) who are regular festival-goers. They recommended I should go with them and told me I'd love it.
It was 2007, and it was the Big Day Out. I was fresh out of highschool and the keenest on life and enjoying my summer to its fullest.
The bands included Muse, Tool, Jet, the Killers, the Vines, Little Birdy, Lily Allen, Hot Chip, Bob Evans, Angus and Julia Stone... basically.. incredible bands that I was too young and naive to have heard before that day.
I had seen Muse in concert the night before as an 18th birthday present and they were amazing. So good live, in fact I enjoy them live more than I do recorded. That's what music is really all about, the actual performance and musicality being witnessed by those who enjoy it!
Little Birdy spun me out in a great way, I hadn't heard much of them before, apart from Beautiful To Me, but happened to be at the stage when they began. Twas meant to be. Written in the stars, I say. I had a blast.
I was devastated to have missed Lily Allen and finally get to make up for it next year when I attend BDO2010.
Whilst waiting for a band (I don't remember which one now) we saw the end of My Chemical Romance's set. To be honest they weren't all bad, apart from their vocal mic being much quieter than every other instrument, oh dear. I did like their music many many years ago but that phase did end. Though seeing them at BDO brought back some good memories so I will not say I didn't enjoy it.
I struggled with the harsh realisation of dirty portaloo's and half hour lines for a beverage of any kind, often longer if alcohol was involved. I've now learnt that it is to be expected. It must be a rubbish festival if there is not vomit on the ground when you enter a cubicle. Yes, that's it, positive thinking.
The sun started to set and the grounds of the main stage were completely full. My friends and I found a seat in the arena and watched Muse in comfort and enjoyed the breeze that we'd been begging for all day.
The train home was nothing to brag about. I saw a terrible sight in the reflection of the train window - my sunglasses sunburn. I spent the rest of the journey to the Central Coast trying to cover my face as much as possible and look 'smooth' about it. Everyone noticed and had their laugh. I continued to rock the 'I wear sunglasses on the train at night' look with my hands cradling my chin and cheeks despite their giggles, and had learnt for next time.
No surprise to say.. no photos eventuated from this day!