Phew! What an epic festival review hey Party People? Christ, feels like all I’ve been posting for the last two weeks is Daisiesdaisiesdaisiesdaisies.
Time to wrap it all up with my Saturday post and then I promise you’ll not hear anything more about this festival until next year rolls around.
Like the day before it, Saturday morning was a hoot. Myself, Peggles, Barbarian and Spu spent it all chilling together while the girls hit the Daisy Den which took at least about two hours, just enough time for us to smash a couple beers and ease ourselves into the day.
From there everyone got all Tiger-striped up and we went to actually explore the festival and try to catch some bands.
We started by checking out the Hemporium stage where Little Kings were playing the most chilled out set you could ever imagine. I liked this band a lot, they just had this great vibe about them, very loose and easy breezy but great songwriters and performers, all of them.
This is what that looked like:
After that we met PURPLE MAN! Well, if by met PURPLE MAN I actually mean watch a man in a purple morph suit walk casually into the dam, then ya.
We met PURPLE MAN!
Once we’d finished laughing and taking pics of PURPLE MAN, I finally hit the media lounge for the first time at the festival where I had an ice cold Red Bull, ate some kind of cranberry / cereal snack thing and contemplated using one of the laptops there.
Next time. I swear I’m blogging from Daisies next time…
Next stop was the beach bar, which was PUMPING! On the way I ran into some proper BOYCHAYS and this happened:
I don’t remember how long we stayed there, but eventually we decided to hit the road when the people there started tweaking out and tried to fingerbang each other’s nostrils.
At the main stage we half-heartedly watched a band before deciding to wander over to the lemon tree theatre where we caught our good buddy Dylan Skew’s set which, again, had all of us literally in tears.
That guy is my favourite South African comedian, hands down. I swear, it’s like he’s read my mind, found the funniest, most random thoughts and made stand up out of it.
Hats off to that man. His material is seriously amazing.
Then we met these guys in lumo vests with camel packs who, judging from this picture, loved the shit out of me.
After that, we went back to the main stage to listen to some more bands I don’t remember and J-Rab met Bob, who she instantly fell in love with.
The temperature started plummeting pretty soon after that so we went back to The Mushroom and suited up for the evening. I had some jelly tots that a buddy had spare and wandered out into the night like some high-powered mutant.
God’s own prototype 
Among other things we checked out the New World Beat Barn and I instantly regretted the fact that I hadn’t discovered it sooner in the festival. It was like some kind of crazy carnival in there, good times as far as the eye could see.
We also posed for a pic with this skeleton who was in a bath tub:
Above us there was this long string of balloons and lights that must have been at least 300 meters long. It floated like this long, luminescent string of glowing blue dental floss against the night sky. Like a lot of things I saw that night, it inspired awe and child-like wander in me and I knew things were going to be ok.
Believe it or not we actually stayed for the end of Arno Carstens’ set so we’d have a good spot for Shadowclub when they came on and Jacques and the boys did NOT disappoint.
I made a mental note to watch them live more and actually support this band. Their set was super-slick without losing its badass bluesy-rock edginess.
Which left only one main stage act left. The reason a lot of people were there in the first place. The band that inspired a million million bands to pick up guitars and write dancey indie rock.
Bloc Party. And man-o-man did their first three songs suck.
The sound was shocking which was sad because it had nothing to do with the band, but all their levels sounded way out with the vocals drowning everything out completely and the bass being almost non-existent.
Things quickly improved though and the crowd started losing their minds to this awesome band.
At some stage in Bloc Party’s set they let the balloons go. Actually, it could have been before, I’m not too sure, but watching them drift away, I felt a profound sense of loss, like the very stitching that held the festival together was coming undone.
And the truth is, it was.
I loved Bloc Party’s set but festival fatigue was kicking in and when they launched a barrage of fractal-patterned fireworks after it was all done, I felt totally satisfied in every conceivable way and ready to call it a day.
It was a great Daisies, no doubt. One that will live on in our minds as long as this post lives on, rattling in this junkyard site that I call home.
Here’s to Daisies ‘13!
See you crazy fuckers there
-ST
The Tiger Is A “Duscusting” Person
Tags: circus animals, fun police, hostile comments, punctuation saves lives, sense of humour failure, stray cat recipes, why so serious
My god it feels like ages since I last posted on this junkyard site, my apologies to my regular readers. To say I’ve been busy over the past two weeks is a total understatement – I’ve been livingbreathingeatingshittingsleeping work, but things are finally calming down a bit.
So yesterday I hit up into the backend of my site (um, wait, that doesn’t sound right…) and I find a comment I just had to share with you guys because the person who wrote it is clearly mentally handicapped / insane and should not be allowed within fifty feet of the interwebs.
A little context before I post her gem of a comment. The post she wrote it about is nearly a year old and was written (ironically) after a bout of not posting for a few days because I was snowed under.
I called the post “The Tiger Jumps Back On The Horse†and posted the following pic because, well, it shows a tiger on a horse:
So here’s what “Natasha†had to say about that pic:
What a load of total and utter fucking bullshit!
For the record, I have never hurt or made an animal suffer EVER, I have never locked a wild animal up in a “tiny cage†and I have absolutely nothing to do with the fact that animals are part of the circus.
All these fucking assumptions just because I posted a pic I stole off the interwebs somewhere. And don’t even get me started on the awesome grammar in that comment.
Believe it or not, this is not the first time something like this has happened.
Anyone remember the “Stray Cat Recipe†post I banged out last year when times were tight and I had to resort to eating stray cats to survive?
Yeah, the comment I got from that one was even better. Check it:
So there you have it folks. I am a DUSCUSTING and cowardly human being with too much time on his hands (ha! Christ, I wish) who should throw himself in front of the nearest oncoming train and do humanity a favour.
Incidentally, you should definitely read my reply to the comment above, good times!
Let this be a warning to you all – NOTHING is funny anymore. The world is a fucking SERIOUS place so you better get in line and wipe that goddamn smirk off your face.
The Fun Police are locked and loaded with more passive aggression than you can shake a stick at and they’re coming for us brothers and sisters.
It’s blood for blood by the gallon.
And I’m ready for war.
-ST