Big Day Out, Sunday January 29, Flemington Racecourse
Ah, Big Day Out. We meet again. As I was just getting over our hot date from last year, you’ve come around to greet me for another year. And, as always, you delivered me with some humour, a stack of fun and that extra bit of skin colour. Thanks for that, by the way.
Big Day Out is one of those festivals that always keeps me entertained. If not for the weird and wonderful array of patrons that attend, it’s counting just how many Southern Cross tattoos I can spot in one sitting. Trust me, if – for whatever reason - you ever get bored at Big Day Out (or anywhere, for that matter), play the “spot the” game. Indulging in a little bit of “Spot the Southern Cross tattoo”, “Spot the Derrick Rose basketball jersey” and “Spot the pertruding ass cheeks” kept me entertained between so many acts.
Arriving an hour or two past midday, I rocked up just in time to see those quirky cats from Odd Future. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word “swag” or seen so much Supreme clothing in one destination before in my life. The people love them! And the moment that Yonkers dropped...I honestly don’t think that Tyler, The Creator had to rap one word. The crowd were in their element.
The hardest part about music festivals for me is timetabling issues. You see a line-up when it gets released and automatically go “Hell yeah!” But the harsh reality, kids, is the amount of people that you’re going to see that you actually wanted to see on that line-up is not as many as you’d hope. I’ll never forget the moment when I discovered that Kanye and Noel Gallagher were clashing... My life still isn’t the same.
But whether you were rocking out to the likes of Soundgarden, having a good ol’ boogie to Girl Talk, indulging in some Aussie hip hop with Hilltop, or reliving your 15-year-old skater days with the likes of Tony Hawk, there was something for everybody. Parched? They had you covered; whether it was with their water taps or, my personal favourite, their Lipton Ice Tea booths. Hungry? How does Nando’s and Grill’d sound? Simultaneously hungry and thirsty? There’s nothing better than indulging in a raspberry and pineapple Callipo and dancing to Kasabian.
As the sun began to set on Flemington, Soundgarden took me back to some of my most formative years. Thanks to my brother, their music helped shape my youth. I never thought that I’d get the opportunity to witness Spoonman and Black Hole Sun live, but I did. What could only be the cherry on the top of this? Ending the day with a bit of Kanye, actually. By some miracle or another, despite having dispersed in numerous directions throughout the day, my entire group and I managed to find each other right before he came on stage. We danced, we drank, we got a little bit crazy, and we owned that day in as much style as ten twenty-somethings could.
And although I’m still bitter about missing so many acts that I wanted to see, it was one of those days – as cliché as it sounds – that I’ll never forget... Probably because of how many pertruding ass cheeks and Derrick Rose basketball jerseys I saw.
BY SIMONE ZIADA
LOVED: How many protruding ass cheeks and Derrick Rose basketball jerseys there were.
HATED: How many protruding ass cheeks and Derrick Rose basketball jerseys there were.
DRANK: Whatever the people with protruding ass cheeks and Derrick Rose basketball jerseys were drinking.