I’ve been sitting at my computer for while now, trying to think about what I should say about Splendour in the Grass. Should I do the cliché thing and rhyme Splendour with bender? No, I’ll try and avoid that, just to be different. I was going to write about each of the mind-blasting acts I saw (that’s right, blasting, not blowing). Each time I saw a new act I told myself “this can’t be as good as (insert band name)”. But then my mind would go and be blasted all over again. But after going two years in a row now, I’ve got to say that Splendour isn’t so much about the bands that are playing. I can safely say that if Splendour tickets were released before the lineup was announced, they’d still sell out just as quickly. Splendour shouldn’t be defined by the acts that play. Rather, it should about the people who go. The types of people that go are the people that go to the effort to make costumes. The type of people that have no problems if they loose their group of friends, because they’ll just go make a whole bunch of new best friends for the day. And most importantly, the kinds of people who keep their shirts ON! That’s right, I said it. It’s the middle of bloody winter. There is no reason for the guy who works out all year so he can take his shirt off at Field Day to take it off at Splendour. There are no worries, no grief, and no anger or angst. Just good people in a beautiful place. And Byron is a beautiful place. But Splendour isn’t just reserved to the actual festival, it’s the weekend experience. The road trip up there always makes for a couple of interesting experiences. It’s the roadtrip, and the overnight stay in a dodgy motel in Taree. Four of you share two beds, and you put one against the door for added security. Hanging out in an apartment with all your mates, talking shit, playing Jenga (amongst other things) becomes a way of life. You go around Byron and go shopping. I bought my mum a candle, because I’m a good son, despite her constant harassment. Both years freak winter weather (thanks global warming!) has made Byron beachable the days to the left and right of the actual festival. So why not, it’s the middle of winter, might as well hang out on the beach all day. It’s a little bit of escapism in the middle of whatever it is that you’re doing. It could be work or university. But if you’re anything like me, it’s selling colorful bracelets at town hall station.