I promised C a day of fine weather when we met at Laneway this year.
“Did you bring your anti-rain charm?”
I told him I always brought good weather. (Smug, smug, smug.) Plus I do a real good tribal ‘Rain, rain, go away’ dance.
To be honest though, that was a tough promise to keep considering last year’s all-day music festival was more fondly remembered as ‘Rainway’.
I was quietly confident though, because I had Evie on my team.
Now. Evie is a sunblock fanatic. She is a mother of two who puts her kids to sleep every night. She’s going to have to get up to go for work at 6am the next day. She is also a closet hardcore techno raver. Having to convince someone like that to be exposed to UV attack for 12 hours, the odds are already stacked against me.
YET. I managed to get Evie to be my Laneway buddy. (Found out she was addicted to Asteroids Galaxy Tour. Introduced her to The xx. She got obsessed. Fed her with steady stream of Feist. Linked her with the Laneway website. Let it stew. Popped the question three days into the courtship. She said yes.) If there was a musical event equivalent of moving mountains, I’d just done it. So good weather? Easy peasy.
Leading up to the day, Evie announced that Our Laneway Experience (OLE!) will be a litmus test of how her dream of attending a rave party in Germany in the not too distant future would go. We promised to take it easy and just have fun.
The objectives of the day?
Enjoy the music and company.
Dance like we just don’t care.
Sing loudly even if we can’t hit the notes.
Slap on sunblock regularly.
Fourteen great musicians. One great day.
And we did.
Cutest tattoo ever.
Fancy a game of poker while the bands set up?
A tribute to Whitney by Girls.
We danced like maniacs (Okay. Mostly me.), and swooned like fangirls. The only bummer was a group of teens who managed to squeeze into a spot between us and our funny neighbours, and proceeded to create a haze with their chain-smoking that refused to clear, and drink till they passed out right next to our shoes. But as we watched them, and took in the sunshine and the occasional but welcomed drizzle, we realised how fortunate we were to be able to enjoy ourselves without having to prove to people around us that we soooo coooolll. And that our love for music was enough to get us high.
By the middle of the blazing afternoon, Evie was already planning for Laneway 2013. On the cab ride home, she was refining her plans, and we were well on our way to expanding our troops next year.
And C… I hope you’ve enjoyed the sunshine I brought along just for you. =)
And for the record, I totally disagree with the reviewers of ST’s Life! section when they said Chairlift was ‘disappointing’, and ‘never really got the crowd enthused’. I guess the reviewers just completely missed the people who were clapping and groovin’ along. Friends and I were impressed even though we knew little about them, so I say, ‘You show ’em, Chairlift! You show ’em!’