The Flaming Lips. Portishead. The National. TV On The Radio. Mogwai. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. THE FLAMING LIPS. Omfg. How could I not go? So just two days before The Harvest (The Gathering, Melbourne), I bought the tickets.
The weather couldn't be more perfect. Awesome surroundings of the Werribee Park. It was a typical Melbournian "music fest in the park" done really well. With the exception to the really long queues which pissed quite a lot of people off and the fact that it took me an hour bumper-to-bumper to leave, I quite enjoyed myself throughout the day. And of course, I had my beloved Lumix LX3 with me.
There're lots of event pictures out there which do well capturing the excitement and passion of music events. But I wanted to show you how it actually FEELS like to be at a music festival here in Melbourne. What does one see as a festival goer? What are other people doing - those who're not smack in front of the stage?
A lot of the time, nothing much seems to be happening. Everybody's just minding their own business. Enjoying the sun on the grass. Chatting. Doing a beer run. Stupendously ordinary. Yet, so many things actually happening if you really look.
What I love most about music fests like this? The fact that no one gives a damn about judging or being judged. Wear ugly. Dance stupid. Laugh silly.
"Spank me". (See it?)
A must-have festival skill - transporting four beer cans.
The National coming on.
Converses and hat.
The cult of The National.
Uncomfortable silver shoes.
Mogwai killing it.
The Flaming Lips are on! A rocking entrance. Wayne Coyne in the ball.
Interacting with the crowd, in a ball.
It's the Windmill Stage.
Wayne Coyne close up.
Ended with the epic-licious "Do You Realize?". So epic it nearly brought a tear to my eye. Just cause I felt truly grateful to be in that very moment, surrounded by people who, like me, were singing the lyrics at the top of their voices.