Throwback Thursday: Splendour In The Grass

It seems the case, time and time again. You look so forward to an occasion – it seeming like hours are days, and days are weeks. And you wait until something that you’ve been looking forward to for so long, only for it to pass you by within the blink of an eye! All of that excitement, gone in an instant. And then you’re right back to your normal, every-day life, and nothing can compare to the joy that said occasion brought you. Well at least that’s what it’s like for me. Mildly melodramatic, but oh well.

Welcome to my ordinary life vs. my Splendour In The Grass existence.


If I had to encapsulate my thoughts about the festival, I would simply put it like this: Splendour In The Grass is me, and I – it. We’ve made love almost every year since 2009, and it knows just what I like; minus the hectic mud sledge that occurred with the 2013 installation. My ankle went from normal to boulder within no time.

This year’s SITG brought a lot of glitter, broken camper-van doors, a flat battery, the smelliest of bathroom facilities and a few dilated pupils. But the main – and most important – thing that it brought was the sunshine. The mystical rays beamed down on North Byron Parklands as punters from far, wide and close by enjoyed the festivals spectacles; live acts, stalls, food, teepees, bonfires, and Lionel Richie’s massive head just to name a few.

My highlight? Outkast. That probably once-in-a-lifetime moment that hit me like a tonne of bricks… I will never forget that set Bombs Over Baghdad straight into Gasoline Dreams? Genius.

Honourable mentions also go to Jungle, The Strypes, Violent Soho and Foals.

Kudos to you, Splendour In The Grass 2014. Two and a half months on, and I’m still extremely depressed about being home.









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