I got interrupted half way through this post but am now leaving for Gisborne so thought I’d just post this anyway and finish it off when I get back.
I have completely no idea where the past seven days has disappeared to, except that it’s been an absolute blast, and that I need to front up to the reality of university starting soon. I went tosee Rusko at the Logan Campbell Centre last night, and was thoroughly surprised that they didn’t ID anybody! It annoying felt more like going to a high school reunion rather than a dubstep gig, and I was getting so frustrated with constantly hearing “woah, what are you doing here?! I didn’t expect to see you at something like this!”. It’s like Sorry people, I’ve gone to more raves and gigs of all assortments in my time than most of you so please shut the fuck up! Is it really so hard to swallow that a jazz student who played classical music, frequents alternative/indie bars and the occasional metal would also attend raves? Nobody at college ever really knew, but by 7th form I went to all the trancey dancey things, but now that scene is pretty dead around here and largely replaced by dubstep. Anyway, I just wanted to have a little rant – this is why I no longer pretend to be friends or even acquaintances of such people from school!
The minute I finish this blog post I have a gazillion things to do and prepare, as I am going to a 21st birthday party tonight, and then having to wake up first thing tomorrow to drive down to Gisborne for the first leg of our roadtrip down to Wellington to see Sufjan Stevens next Tuesday. I’m not too sure how the trip will end up being, actually – because somehow I have ended up being the 3rd wheel – but hopefully it all goes well, and no words of ice are thrown on these hot, hot days.
Here are some photos from Laneway Festival – note that this time I didn’t have access to the photo pit, and took a large proportion of these photos from the crowd, being pushed and bounced… dangerous for my camera, but rather fun – the rest can be found here:
We started the day at Huffer & Vice’s pre-party, for free red bulls and fooood!
The pop-up store’s location.
I ended up buying a mens jacket at a discounted price, which was apparently used in their fashion show.
Loved the fact that Laneway was in the Aotea Square – the view of the Town Hall was lovely.
This is how empty the day started off as.
An Emerald City turned out to be rather nice live, because I didn’t quite “get” them when I looked them up on myspace. Plus, bassist has niiice arms.
Dude looked like he had no teeth – this is how awful Children’s Hour looked, and sounded…
And this is what we did whilst they played.
Difficult-to-eat dessert?
I thank my mum’s long lens that I didn’t have to physically get tooo close to the stage to get shots of Lawrence of Arabia.
Holy Fuck was really HOLY FUCKing good. One of my favourite shots of the day, also.
Ariel Pink was weird. Really weird. End of.
One of my highlights of the day – Blonde Redhead blew all my expectations out of the water. They were soooooo good.
She may dance funny (possibly very drunk), but her voice was the most ethereal thing I’ve ever heard.
I’d say that this is a visual presentation of what they sound like.
I told my friend that I have to marry someone who is still that stylish and classy at that age as the Italian twins.
Sooo good.
The set felt super intimate, as if we were the only people there as we were in the front row, and he even smiled at me! Also because it felt like everyone behind me wasn’t that into them, or really knew the band, and somehow they pulled off a very atmospheric set, even in broad daylight.