My iPhone is my default camera these days. These were taken during The Flaming Lips
‘ set at Harvest Festival
on Saturday. I also took a film camera along for the day, but haven’t finished the roll yet. After not being able to see The Flaming Lips at Splendour in the Grass a few years back, they were my must-see* set on Saturday. Hands down, it was one of the best live performances I have ever been a part of. Confetti cannons, balloons, strobe lights, Wayne Coyne in a giant bubble, and sing-a-longs en masse
. If you want to experience the definition of happiness, go to a Flaming Lips’ gig.
*Of course, TV on the Radio, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, The National, and Portishead were pretty magnificent as well.
Alternate title: why you should vote for my entry in the Splendour in the Grass PIC ME! competition.
Alternate alternate title: what’s the point of having a blog if I can’t use it for a little self promotion?
Because this year’s ticket prices are ludicrous, and I will be poor from my travels overseas, this year I will not be attending Splendour in the Grass
a.k.a. my festival nirvana. However, all is not lost as I have decided to try my luck in their PIC ME! competition. All that was required was for contestants to submit photographs from past Splendours. The prize is a double event camping pass to this year’s festival *jaw drop*. If you cast your memories back to August last year you may recall my colourful documentation of three days of festival shenanigans. So I submitted a few photos
and am now vying for votes. Your votes, to be precise.
What’s in it for you, you ask? Well… tangibly… nothing. You’ll be voting out of the kindness of your hearts and with the knowledge that you’re helping one girl’s dream of seeing Kanye and Pulp in the flesh come true. And for that you’ll have my deepest gratitude. If I do win (unlikely but one can always dream), you’ll also get to live vicariously through my Splendour adventures. If last year is anything to go by, I’ll bring more tales of impractical camping gear
, mosh pit insanity
, fan-girling out on unsuspecting musicians
, and desperate trespassing escapades
. And to top it all off, this year I will be delirious after stepping off a 24 hour flight (the camp ground opens on a Wednesday. I fly in Wednesday night. The festival starts on Friday). The results will be hilarious, trust me.
To vote, all you need is a Facebook account and an affinity for clicking ‘like’ buttons. Once a day*. Until May 27. The five entries with the most votes will then be judged by a panel of Splendour aficionados. So, troops, let’s get me to the top 5 and make this happen!
*you don’t really have to vote once a day but I’ll be forever grateful if you do.
This weekend I booked some flights to London. I’ll be heading over next June for five weeks. Mainly to visit my friend Bron
who moved there earlier this year. And also because of a little festival that goes by the name of Glastonbury
. Yes, you read correctly. I GOT TICKETS TO GLASTONBURY.
I’ve been sitting on that one for a while now. Having exhausted the Aussie festival circuit, it was only natural that I take the next step and aim for arguably the most notorious music festival in the world. I’ll also be there for my birthday, which is an extra treat. I’ll probably be spending it absolutely exhausted though, as it’s the day after Glastonbury. Anyway, I’m just a tad (read: very
) excited, and will be patiently counting down the days until June 2011. To all my readers who live in or have visited London, any advice on things to do would be much appreciated. I’m interested in anything and everything – from all the big touristy attractions to little things like quirky bars/art galleries/cafes/shops etc. If you’re a regular on this blog, then you probably already have a fair idea of the kind of stuff that I would be into. Thanks in advance to all those who answer the call!
Also, Happy Halloween! Hope you’re all getting your spook on. I went to a party last night (dressed up as Wednesday Addams) and took my Canon Sureshot camera along for the ride. Photos to come.