Sunday, January 9, 2011

Raindrops are swell

There's always a risk of wild weather crashing an outdoor shindig. At some festivals you take this into account despite "reliable" weather reports - always pack the gumboots for Splendour, 30+ sunscreen for Homebake and an extra jumper for Falls in Marion Bay.

But beautiful Brisbane, which prides itself for it's weather being "beautiful one day, perfect the next", threw a curve ball.

Jiving to sweet sounds whilst the sun sets between tropical rainforest canopies is absolute bliss - even when Brisbane receives record breaking amounts of rain.

Would Woodstock be as awe inspiring if Yasgur's farm didn't turn into a sea of muck and mud?

Sometimes a slick production is overrated, who could have planned for:

- The skies opening up and drenching the crowd just as Cold War Kids started singing "Hang me up to dry"

- The impromptu Slip N' Slide in front of the main stage

- The stage lights illuminating the sea of glistening ponchos during "Bloodbuzz Ohio" by The National

- Punters sinking down low and getting loose in the mud whilst doing The Twist with the Yacht Club DJ's

- A rousing rendition of "Rain drops are falling on my head" by the foxy Washington

- The fashions on the field: from bin liners to plastic tables to a Twister game mat - the punters became creative with their attempts of staying dry

- Feeling like we were on a sinking shipas water lapped around our bare ankles during Angus and Julia Stone

I would do it all again in a heartbeat.

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