Happy American Cultural Imperialism Day everyone.
Go spend some money on some tat for your loved one.
So here’s my Good Vibrations review.
We arrived bang on 4pm just after Salt’n’Pepa had hit the main stage.
I only caught the end of their act as one of our party had been taken aside and searched for illegal aliens. Eventually they turned up, somewhat shaken by the experience and forever after very nervous of sniffer dogs.
Salt’n’Pepa were funny. It was a big fat sing along. This made it almost impossible to hear them as the crowd (most not born when S’n’P had their first hits) were screaming out the lyrics at the top of their fake tanned lungs. And that pretty well established the rest of the day.
I went to the toilet and waited 30minutes to get inside a gross portaloo… although they do make a pretty picture…
After the lengthy dunny queue we rushed back to the main stage just in time to see Gossip.
And don’t the kids love Beth Ditto? It’s funny how she’s become a pin-up for the hair extension fake tan ladies-who-love men, although there were a few freaks mixed in amongst all the regular folk. And once again, it was a huge sing-a-long, with all the girls knowing all the words.
A few songs in Miss Ditto stripped off the dress she’s wearing and threw it into the crowd… along with her microphone. Whoops!
Miss Ditto’s voice was fantastic live and I wish I had gone to see them at the Enmore for a full set rather than the truncated festival performance. Still, they were great and the crowd were very into them. One guy gave Beth a zebra…
There were loads of Lady Gaga references in Gossip’s show, even a few lines sung of Bad Romance. But I think this outfit must be Gaga inspired…
And one more Gossip pic, which amuses me…
Yep. The picture says it all really. Skinny blonde girl in cut-offs (favoured pant of the day) with a fake tan and very wiggy hair screams her lungs out for the short fat, black haired dyke.
Let me just have a rant about girls’ hair…
Long hair seems very in right now (so I guess I’m out… in more ways than one). Over half the girls at the festival had long air. Half of THOSE girls look like they had bought their hair at a shop.
Yes. Wig like hair extensions, polyestery, flammable long locks everywhere. I even got face whipped by a very nice bleached blonde wig-like hair do.
But not everyone was content to follow fashion. This young girl, while she was indeed wearing denim cut-offs, was also sporting very interesting head wear…
I came across this young lady while waiting for Busta Rhymes to, well, bust some ryhmes. She’s not afraid to rock the fashion boat, and I’m sure the boys loved her look.
So yes, Busta Rhymes. Ghastly. A bunch of wiggers and girls in wiggy hair faking out to the hip hop. And once again the crowd was so loud you couldn’t hear anything.
And that’s when I hit the wall and decided enough was enough. I couldn’t face another crowd press of hair whipping, boys with their names tattooed across their backs or their girlfriend’s name tattooed on their neck (yes truly), crowd shouting lyrics a moment longer.
So I left, and popped in to watch the footy at a friend’s house on the way home. It was a very important moment. Indigenous All-Stars vs a NRL All-Stars. A big moment in both footy and Australian culture I have to say.
How often do we get to see Aboriginal people en-mass in the mass media in a positive way?
And even better, the Indigenous team won!
Good onya Preston Campbell. You are a little legend.
Anyways. I have to go to work now. Here’s me today…
Top: Supre small vest
Bottom: Gap jeans, turned up cos of the rain
Accessory: Not in picture, Dragstar bag