Let Them Up!

I knew that it'd happen, and I'd predicted that it'd happen, and happen it did. Big Day Out came around, I got a bit excited, had a couple of beers, then needed a bit of a sit down. Then I felt better, then I got excited again, then I needed a sit down again. Then I felt better again, then I saw Timmy, Jimmy and Iggy and I got really excited and I didn't need to sit down for a while.

In case you haven't guessed by now, I went to Big Day Out yesterday, and although it got off to a reasonably slow start, things definately started getting interesting once the sun went down. I thought that there were some pretty slim pickings early in the day band wise. The Presets were pretty nifty. Wolfmother were great, but really late, and there were too many people there so I couldn't really be arsed getting anywhere near the stage. Who else was good? The Go! Team were great. The singer had a fantastic outfit on and was jumping around like a maniac, which is kind of what you want in a front person. Iggy was awesome, getting the crowd up on stage and generally being a loose cannon even if he is over 60. Franz Ferdinand were pretty rad, but this is where I was starting to get really excited. I was very happy with their method of keeping the crowds cool though: massive hoses spraying everybody. I think that I was a bit drunk at this point.

I'd organised a ride home with Tim during the day, meaning that I could end up at the Boiler Room for the end of the evening. The Boiler Room at 10 is not a pretty place. It's hot. It smells. The music is loud. The bass is thumping. Everyone is covered in sweat. Lots of people have a crazy look in their eyes. It's awesome. Unfortunately before I went in there though I bought two cans of JD which I drank a little too quickly. I think that they were in my stomach for approximately 10 minutes in the Boiler Room before I had to push into the girl's toilets where I heaved my stomach contents into the bowl. It was really black and I learned that I need to improve my chewing of dagwood dogs. I felt pretty good again 2 minutes after that though, so I returned to the Boiler Room for another half hour of 2 Many DJs which was a bit intense. When I woke up this morning I had a look in the mirror and noticed that I've burst a few capillaries around my eyes. I'm not sure if this was brought about by my vomiting or just by good old heat stress. Either way I don't think that I was doing my body any favours.

That was about it really. Another one down, I'm not sure how many I've been to now. Is it 4? 5? Maybe even 6? Always a fun day. Always massive. Always tiring. You know, I'd previously put my discomfort the following few days down to other things that I'd been doing during the show, but this year having not indulged at all I still feel a bit average. I guess it is just draining. And kind of depressing as well, all of those fucking Gold Coast beautiful people. Jealousy is a terrible thing.