It’s immediately apparent that it’s true: Meredith is NICE. Even the put-upon town of Meredith, ten minutes from the festival grounds, is welcoming, the lovely pub dishing up “festival lunches” and handles of beer opposite the corner store selling bags of ice and ammunition. The staff/volunteers at the festival gate manage to make a vehicle check for glass, the only real […]
By Princess Stomper It goes dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun. I am playing Bejeweled Blitz as I listen because I am a fidget, but I realise as the clock runs out that I have forgotten the game. I have forgotten how to play it. Match. Lines. Of. Three.
Daniel’s sitting crossed-legged on the floor with his mum, eating dried apricots, grooving to the motorik beat. It’s hypnotic. Uncompromising. I can relate to the dance moves. Man, it’s raining some outside. Man, this is reminding me of Cabaret Voltaire’s Voice Of America. Now his mum is up and dancing, doing the hula hoop swirl. […]