FUCK YEAH Killa… Way to represent, my brother. That is an awesome fucking look!
Good work everyone on that. Bring supplies to Perth, K and Fanc. We need to raise some hell over here in the West.
fancy dave says:
I wish we'd gotten some photos of the hailstones that pelted us for about half an hour on the first night. They were the size of a respectable G+T ice block, and one hit me on the knuckle where I was desperately trying to prevent the take-off of our makeshift tarp-shelter in the 80km/h winds. I have a bruise.
When the rain after the hail finally slackened to a category 3 downpour, everyone waded down to the stage again, feeling relieved.
FOOLS!!!
An hour and a half later, a longer, stronger storm came FROM THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!! No hail, thankfully, but our windbreak fortifications were again useless. This time, Killer rescued us with a Christ-like pose holding a waterproof sheet over the worst gap in the tarp. We basically saw nothing of the first night's bands, but listened to them from a distance and on the local Meredith festival 88.5FM set up for the occasion. By a happy coincidence we were just the right distance from the stage to recieve the broadcast in time with the stage sound.
Anyway, I'll let others tell of other events, but that's the weather covered.
Synopsis - the two worst storms I've ever been outdoors for, back to back.
KL says:
That is a fucking amazing storm front in that first picture… no wonder you got pelted with hail. I am amazed you didn't get struck by lightning and drowned too.
I thought it was bad that the cricket at the Gabba got washed out, but it looks like you guys had the real deal, weather wise.
That photo of the storm front coming in is crazy. It looks like a tidal wave
Giovanni says:
That looks like some fine rock music and stormin'. All sorts of craziness, good and bad, is waiting for you in the wild west.
Selah!
Giovanni says:
Gas station guy: "He says, there's a storm coming."
Sarah Connor: "I know"
(Cover your naked skull Taco.)
Taco says:
Hey Kilbot,
where's the boy modelling picture of me with my hand down your pants?
Now that's some shit that got fucked up!
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hamish says:
k k k k killer
those pics are the best ive seen. FUN!
i spent the weekend in an airconditioned conference center learning about brain fucked up shit - kind of the opposite on the fun dimension.
ms kirstyn lee says:
I wish I could remember being on the ferris wheel.
Goddamn! We've been chasing acid for nigh on to three years, and when I finally go and get some I can't remember the freakin' ferris wheel. Or Dallas Crane. Or why my robot shirt now has the words "FUCK SHIT UP PANTY RAID" scrawled on the back.
Barney says:
he he… panty raid. good one
Taco says:
I wrote panty raid on your shirt Curtis, I found it amusing.
I also found it amusing when I got you to write 'Eat a bowl of Fuck' on the back of my shirt. Now the hilarity has worn off I can't wear my shirt in polite company. It's lucky I don't hang around polite company.
Dammit I loved that robot, now he's only strutting around the house.
I will of course make an 'Eat a bowl of Fuck' shirt for my parents' Christmas prensents. They like that sort of thing; they're old.
See all those in Perth who are in Perth over the festive season.
Fuck Shit Up.
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killer says:
Here is my T-Shirt report. (Cos you were all dying to know but too shy to ask).
I sold two shirts, both of them were \”Stop The Crazy Insanity\”. STCI was definitely the favourite. In one (very real fiscal) sense this was a failure., but in another (baseless optimism) sense it wasn\’t too bad. I only asked one group of people; the people who were camping next to us, and they bought two… so you can imagine how many I would have sold if I had actually talked to people.
As Kirsty has mentioned, the festival was very hazy and there wasn\’t really much time to sit and talk with the t-shirt buying public. I do remember approaching one lady on the hill and blurting out \”you have a great shirt and can I take a photo of that shirt because I make some shirts and you could buy one if you wanted\”. She didn\’t understand a word I said but let me take a photo anyway, just to get my rambling, sweaty, \”fuck shit up\”, acidified form out of her field of vision. I\’ve never been able to explain myself in that climate.
killer says:
Here\’s more proof that Kirsty was on the Ferris Wheel, and she seems to like it.
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Barney says:
FUCK YEAH Killa… Way to represent, my brother. That is an awesome fucking look!
Good work everyone on that. Bring supplies to Perth, K and Fanc. We need to raise some hell over here in the West.
fancy dave says:
I wish we'd gotten some photos of the hailstones that pelted us for about half an hour on the first night. They were the size of a respectable G+T ice block, and one hit me on the knuckle where I was desperately trying to prevent the take-off of our makeshift tarp-shelter in the 80km/h winds. I have a bruise.
When the rain after the hail finally slackened to a category 3 downpour, everyone waded down to the stage again, feeling relieved.
FOOLS!!!
An hour and a half later, a longer, stronger storm came FROM THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!! No hail, thankfully, but our windbreak fortifications were again useless. This time, Killer rescued us with a Christ-like pose holding a waterproof sheet over the worst gap in the tarp. We basically saw nothing of the first night's bands, but listened to them from a distance and on the local Meredith festival 88.5FM set up for the occasion. By a happy coincidence we were just the right distance from the stage to recieve the broadcast in time with the stage sound.
Anyway, I'll let others tell of other events, but that's the weather covered.
Synopsis - the two worst storms I've ever been outdoors for, back to back.
KL says:
That is a fucking amazing storm front in that first picture… no wonder you got pelted with hail. I am amazed you didn't get struck by lightning and drowned too.
I thought it was bad that the cricket at the Gabba got washed out, but it looks like you guys had the real deal, weather wise.
killer says:
Meredith in words.
Drive, Drink, Smile.
Tent, Flag, Home.
Rain, Hail, Mud.
Music, Radio, Wait.
Drink, E, Talk.
Morning, Sun, Heat.
Hat, Ice, Sweat.
LSD, Dallas, Crane.
Clouds, People, Trip.
Sunset, Sitting, Dirty.
Talk, Crazy, Talk.
Note, To, Self:
Learn, Poetry, Better.
Drink, Prepare, Dexter.
Drugs, Dance, Dawn.
Fuck, Shit, Up.
Barney says:
Brilliant.
badger says:
That photo of the storm front coming in is crazy. It looks like a tidal wave
Giovanni says:
That looks like some fine rock music and stormin'. All sorts of craziness, good and bad, is waiting for you in the wild west.
Selah!
Giovanni says:
Gas station guy: "He says, there's a storm coming."
Sarah Connor: "I know"
(Cover your naked skull Taco.)
Taco says:
Hey Kilbot,
where's the boy modelling picture of me with my hand down your pants?
Now that's some shit that got fucked up!
submit
hamish says:
k k k k killer
those pics are the best ive seen. FUN!
i spent the weekend in an airconditioned conference center learning about brain fucked up shit - kind of the opposite on the fun dimension.
ms kirstyn lee says:
I wish I could remember being on the ferris wheel.
Goddamn! We've been chasing acid for nigh on to three years, and when I finally go and get some I can't remember the freakin' ferris wheel. Or Dallas Crane. Or why my robot shirt now has the words "FUCK SHIT UP PANTY RAID" scrawled on the back.
Barney says:
he he… panty raid. good one
Taco says:
I wrote panty raid on your shirt Curtis, I found it amusing.
I also found it amusing when I got you to write 'Eat a bowl of Fuck' on the back of my shirt. Now the hilarity has worn off I can't wear my shirt in polite company. It's lucky I don't hang around polite company.
Dammit I loved that robot, now he's only strutting around the house.
I will of course make an 'Eat a bowl of Fuck' shirt for my parents' Christmas prensents. They like that sort of thing; they're old.
See all those in Perth who are in Perth over the festive season.
Fuck Shit Up.
submit
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killer says:
Here is my T-Shirt report. (Cos you were all dying to know but too shy to ask).
I sold two shirts, both of them were \”Stop The Crazy Insanity\”. STCI was definitely the favourite. In one (very real fiscal) sense this was a failure., but in another (baseless optimism) sense it wasn\’t too bad. I only asked one group of people; the people who were camping next to us, and they bought two… so you can imagine how many I would have sold if I had actually talked to people.
As Kirsty has mentioned, the festival was very hazy and there wasn\’t really much time to sit and talk with the t-shirt buying public. I do remember approaching one lady on the hill and blurting out \”you have a great shirt and can I take a photo of that shirt because I make some shirts and you could buy one if you wanted\”. She didn\’t understand a word I said but let me take a photo anyway, just to get my rambling, sweaty, \”fuck shit up\”, acidified form out of her field of vision. I\’ve never been able to explain myself in that climate.
killer says:
Here\’s more proof that Kirsty was on the Ferris Wheel, and she seems to like it.