Parklife Prize Pack

best mate dropped his contact, while we all laughed at him, he was on his hands and knees crawling around like a lunatic, holding up hundreds of people, who were all abusing him, telling him to get up. We walked off, only to get vomitted on by some chick, we were forced to buy parklife tshirts, which i wear to bed now. However, the day was awesome, and I'd kill to do it all again.

Partied the afternoon away with Yacht Club DJs mashing the shit up on the side stage, before rocking out to DFA1979 then catching the last ever Streets set in Melbourne!

This one time, at Parklife, i used the Force to make Nero play my favorite track.... The Star Wars theme song.

My best party-in-the-park memory? I have been hoping that Blur would play the Parklife festivals for many years. "You should cut down on your parklife and get some exericse" I once wrote this as and SMS to an aquaintance who was heading to Parklife, a festival which never had any appeal to me before the year that the likes of The Dandy Warhols played. That was once awesome stoner set and I was glad to be in the company of Nathan. Nathan; you are such a good looking nice guy, I really hope that court went well for you last fortnight.

No seriously; my best party-in-the-park memory: (besides that long winded New Years Eve story from when I was thirteen that I have already written as a Beat competition reply) I was around 15/16 and went to the banks of the Yarra river to celebrate a friends birthday (huh hmm: this was 20 years ago).

We drank some Guiness, smoked a joint and were joined by male and female Irish twins who discussed how good the Waterboys were. Of course the Irish lass drank to much and managed to throw up on the train on the way home. "Kempster" tried too catch the vomit in some newspaper and then dispose of the newspaper at the following station. It was an amicable effort but I had to look away, knowing that it was not going to work and could become even messier..

Cheers and party hard!

Couldn’t get any better then getting to go to Live 8 in Hyde Park, London in 2005. Over 180,000 in attendance and seeing Pink Floyd play together for the first time in 24yrs was beyond mind blowing. Sir Paul McCartney banging out my fav Beatles tune (before he would come to the opening of an envelope) and hearing what felt like Britain in their entirety singing Robbie Williams Angles at the top of their lungs gives me goose bumps just writing this. LOVE MUSIC!!!!!

Last year, Lykke Li's atmospheric set was met with light rain. It added to the ambience, it almost blew my brain!

My favourite Parklife was in 2008, when I was young and nearly 18.
Experimenting with what we will, a friend and I then decided to ride the ferris wheel (back when it was at Birrung Mur?) We rode the ferris wheel again and again being overwhelmed by the beautiful views of Melbourne.

When we got off my friend vommmmmmed.
On me.
In front of everyone.
She got kicked out.
I stayed, YOLO.

As the bad friend that I am, I owe her, 4 years later, a free ticket to Parklife

we havent had one, can we have tickets so we can?

Busting to do a number one, I run to the toilet and relieve myself. Upon trying to open the damn door, I discover that I am trapped; some absolute -dee-eye-see-kay-aiche-eae-ay-dee-ess- have pushed a heavy bin against the door.
WHATEVER SHALL I DO???
Cry for help? Look dejectedly at my new smelly home?
Nah. *switch to past tense* Some bee-ee-ay-utiful smiling rescuers greeted me with the spring festival smell of sweat, grass, jonquils and alcohol.
Not super interesting or super anything... just a snippet of small pleasure from that day. Parky was full of massive pleasures- too intense for discussion here

I once went to a party in the park and the guy who invited me said when I turned up "the only reason you haven't been bashed yet is because I told them you were with me". I sat by myself with my 200ml Jim Beam I'd carried in a sock. I left and came back later that night to set every bin, a couple of trees and a fence on fire. The party goers sitting in groups cheered when they saw flames but the police and fire brigade turned up to scatter everyone.

Ok Ok, so I'd been to the Globe Afterparty the night before, (2006?) met the most insatiably cool awesome skater boy from Sydney, who filmed skate movies and was...well, so in love. Like, immediately, but reluctant to kiss for so long. We walked excitedly all the way home from the city to st kilda, completely enthralled in laughter, and drunken wall rides and face slides, like we'd known each other our entire lives. We just mentally clicked. The night was growing thin, and the air was still so balmy and smiling with the slightest breeze. SUMMER! We cuddled like old friends for the leftover 3 hours of night, before bouncing out of the barely-standing-rickety old beach house near Luna Park where I lived with 5 friends, filled with pictures of Jim Morrison, Rod Steward in leopard print and always a bunch of friends getting ready for markets down the St, it was a banging hot day, my curly shoulder length new friend needed to be at some skate thing, so i trammed him to the city, and as we passed Myer Music Bowl, I could hear the loud thumping beats from the bowl coming over the glistening treetops from Good Vibes (the good old days!!! Good Vibes) and frantically, unorganisedly kissed him goodbye and rushed, raggedly, discombombulatedly, mind vacantly like a hot tanned mess (i actually thought I was Jim Morrison/Kate Moss back then too) swung off the tram, to go hang in the Park to listen to summer beats in the park, in the sunshine, and began texting mates to come with. Laid down, under a tree. Soon to be invigorated by hundreds of Vibes goers, high fiving me, laughing, dancing, real people, awesome fun people, old school realness, randoms so excited to see me, dressed like aerobics instructors, zinc on their faces, so much fun in every bodies bones, a group of flouro boys ran up to me, cartwheeling and singing, one did a handstand on me and another did ten pushups on me as we all laughed like we knew eachother and then basically convinced me to buy a ticket and come in with them , so I did, and had another, most random, fun day ever in the park.
Long Story. But my entire chest just filled with that same excitement and nervousness you get before something you know..is going to be rocketing!! And you totally know the feeling. AND YOU LOVE IT TOO!!!!

Brisbane's Sunset Sounds poured rain in the botanic gardens for two days straight. The standing area of one stage flooded to knee-depth, the other small stage had to be closed because the rain shorted it out and there was a mudslide at Riverstage. I spent two weeks after that festival so, so unwell; but shouting along to Cold War Kids- Hang Me Out To Dry in torrential rain, with my thongs around my ankles, soaked to the skin - all worth it.