This is a rock concert, not a fucking tea party

On Tuesday night I had the pleasure of going and seeing Green Day play at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre. Growing up, I had a list of 3 bands that I had always wanted to see perform. Nirvana (obviously not going to happen), Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and Green Day. Getting tickets to see Green Day crossed one band off that list, and fulfilled my dream. I brought Mat with me, purely because he has only ever been to one concert before and I thought he might enjoy another one. On the way to the concert, it became apparent that I’d underestimated his knowledge of the band when he confessed to only knowing one of their songs. He was then subjected to a 15min barrage of karaoke in order to jog his memory (I’d managed to screw up my ipod and was missing 90% of their albums from it). Thankfully, he managed to recognise more of their songs, and became a bit more excited about seeing them.

I thought we would be running late since we only left the coast at 6pm and the concert started at 7.30. It takes about an hour to reach Brisbane, and normally on the way to the Entertainment Centre we would experience a 15 – 20min period of stoppage on the highway, caught in the midst of a traffic jam as everyone made their way to the concert. Amazingly, this wasn’t the case for Green Day, and we arrived at just after 7pm. We made our way inside, and settled down in the bar for some pre-show drinks. At 7.30 we took our seats.

With Mat, I know enough about him to know never to buy him general standing tickets. He hates being crowded, and being shoved by thousands of people is definitely not something he would desire. Seating is therefore perfect for him, and I was lucky enough to secure us amazing front row seats for Foo Fighters, the first (and until now, the only) concert he had ever been to. Thus he had high expectations for Green Day – front row seats just far back enough from the stage to be able to see everything. Originally I thought this was the case, but when we sat down to watch the support band, Jet, we discovered the stage was a LOT closer to our seats than we had anticipated. In fact, the stage was directly in front of us. To make it even worse, there were sound technicians on the side of the stage, blocking our view of the band. For Jet’s entire performance, I saw the lead singer maybe twice, when he jumped up, and when he walked out to the crowd a little bit. Needless to say, I was pretty devastated.

Can you see Jet? No, neither could we

Can you see Jet? No, neither could we

After they finished, we were approached by a member of the Brisbane Entertainment Centre staff. He said the stage had been set up a lot further forward than anticipated, and they apologised for our lack of a view. They offered to reposition us in the stadium to different seats to have a view, but unfortunately the only seats available were at the back of the stadium on the floor. We would still be able to see over everyone’s heads, and therefore see the performance, but we wouldn’t be as close as our current seats. In the end, Mat and I decided to take him up on the offer, purely because if we stayed where we were we wouldn’t see anything at all. We sat in the new seats, then waited for Green Day to take the stage.

The new seats were further away, but at least we could see what was going on

The new seats were further away, but at least we could see what was going on

When they eventually came out, they played their first song hard and with a lot of energy. They yelled the words Brisbane, and Australia a lot, each time getting a massive cheer from the crowd. Finally, in a down moment during the song, Billie Joe (lead singer) made his way to the side of the stage, pointed at the people sitting down in the stands, and yelled,

Stand the fuck up! This is a rock concert, not a fucking tea party! Get the fuck up!

That went down as one of my all time quotes for a concert. In that one simple statement he really set the tone for the night. I won’t go into details of songs; they played 2.5 hours worth of music. There’s just no way I could tell you each song they played and keep this blog post interesting. I can tell you they put 110% effort into every single thing they did. Every song they were dancing madly, and playing loudly. Billie Joe did a section where he performed covers of other songs, most notably, Highway to Hell by AC/DC. It felt almost unfair when he cut the song off early, and went into something else.

There were two standout items from that concert that I will take away with me forever. The special effects, and the audience partipation.

During the concert they had fireworks raining down on the stage. They had loud crackers that scared the shit out of us. They had cannons blasting out thousands and thousands of pieces of paper, each with the band’s name on it. They had flames firing up on each side of the drummer (I could feel the heat from the back of the room, I can’t imagine how he must’ve felt). Their background was city building stands which also transformed into background displays for their music. I’ve never seen flames and fireworks during a performance before, so this was pretty amazing for me.

The audience participation level was incredible. Past concerts I’ve seen a lead singer occasionally run into the crowd, but that was about it. Billie Joe really took it to new heights, and I can’t see any other band in the future ever surpassing it. He ran into the crowd and up into the stands, picked a kid from the crowd and brought him into the aisle. He then placed his guitar over the kids head (but still around his own shoulders, he was standing directly behind the kid) then proceeded to play the song using the kids hand to strum. After about 30 seconds or so, he took the guitar off again, hugged the kid then ran back to the stage. I believe that have been one of the best nights of that kid’s life – I know it would be for me if I was in his position.

But Billie Joe didn’t stop there. He also brought people up onto the stage. Two were just standing up singing along with him for a few seconds, but then “Welcome to Paradise” came on. After searching to see who knew the words, he got a woman on stage. He then handed her the mic, and invited her to sing the song while he just hung about in the background. Again, what an experience for that person. It would have definitely made her night. Her singing sucked, but she really worked the stage. She went and visited each of the band members, singing along with them for a bit, before getting flustered and forgetting part of a verse. She recovered, and finished that particular section. Billie Joe then thanked her, and looked for a guy this time. A man was brought up on stage, and same deal. He was handed the mic and left to his own devices. He rocked it HARD! He got the crowd jumping, and ran around the stage playing with the band members. At one point you could see Billie Joe laughing and cheering the guy on. At the end of the song, he took the mic back then made the guy stage dive at the end of the stage. Brilliant.

Even when Billie Joe wasn’t pulling people on stage, he wasn’t forgetting about the audience either. Between songs, they amped the crowd up by pointing to particular sections, asking them to yell. Or Billie Joe sung a tune, and made the audience replicate it. He really got us all involved, and didn’t let anyone sit down for the entire duration of the concert (if you tried, he would point at you and yell “get up” until you stood up). At the end of the night my legs were exhausted from dancing, and I knew I had to get up in 5 hours to catch a plane to Sydney, but I didn’t regret one minute of it.

It’s funny how at the end of each concert I’ve been to I always walk out thinking it was the best concert I’ve ever been to. But really, I can’t see anyone surpassing this (though my first big concert, Foo Fighters in 2005, will always hold a special place in my heart). Billie Joe was right. On Tuesday night, I went to a rock concert, and not a fucking tea party.

RaveSafe

When I was at Big Day Out this year I had the pleasure of running into my mate Stu. Noticing his fluro yellow vest and that he was holding a water sprayer, I was shocked to find out he worked as a volunteer at music festivals doing “crowd care”. Long story short, the next time I saw him I hit him up to get me a spot doing the same thing and he came through. I am now happy to say I am a member of the government sponsored “RaveSafe” crew.

SoundWave 2009 was my first event working with RaveSafe. Basically they volunteer their time to make sure that everyone at the festival stays safe and have a good time. They offer a range of services, from spraying the crowd with water to keep them cool to offering water and a place to lie down for those who have overdone it. Ravesafe can also help with basic things, like navigation around the festival, where to find a schedule, and even sunscreen.

Their efforts tend to be controlled towards those who have taken drugs or consumed alcohol. Although there’s a police presence at the festival to try and prevent people enter the festival with illegal substances, realistically you can guarantee there will be hundreds (if not thousands) of festival-goers that have taken/drunken something. The best part about ravesafe is they are totally trust worthy – if they help someone who they know has taken illegal substances, they’re not going to run to the cops, they won’t phone the parents, and they won’t release a press statement (slight exaggeration there of course). To put it simply, RaveSafe are there to try and avoid people leaving the festival in ambulances. It’s this trust factor that I believe is in RaveSafe’s favour – people are more willing to go to them to help because they know they won’t go to jail.

For example, it’s becoming increasingly common for sniffer dogs to present at the entrance lines to the festival. To avoid detection, people are taking numerous pills, or drinking excessive amounts of alcohol before they enter. Their line of thought is “take it all now, don’t get caught, rave on inside”. Unfortunately they don’t factor the risk of overdosing into their plans. The people I work with at ravesafe have assured me it’s not uncommon to get very serious cases first thing in the morning. In fact, I’ve heard one story of a girl at Summer Field Dayze who had almost an entire bottle of vodka before lining up. She passed out while waiting to get in.

After working at one event I’m amazed by just how tiring it truly is. Here was how my day at Soundwave panned out:

  • Arrived 1.5hrs before the gates open to set up the room – involves blowing up mattresses, laying sheets and pillows down, filling up water jugs with water, tables and chairs, setting up tables with sunscreen, schedules, ear plugs etc etc.
  • Walked around the event to locate water points (to fill up spray bottles during the day, and also direct people on where they can get drinks from)
  • Handed out our schedules for the day. We find out how many teams there are, and where we’ll be during the day. Basically we have teams split up with groups patrolling the stages with water sprayers. They’ll spray the crowd to cool them down, and look for any people in need of help. One group will be located at the RaveSafe HQ handing out free water. The bosses will always be in HQ looking after anyone in the chill out room so that way we know where to find them if we need them.
  • Had a team discussion where we ask questions, get reminded of what to do/what not to do, and signs to look for
  • Finally the gates opened, and people flooded in.
  • We patrolled the grounds (and danced to the music of course) until our first break just after lunch.
  • After a break, we take HQ duty for an hour.
  • Back to patrolling the grounds until our second break for dinner.
  • HQ duty, then patrolling. By now it’s dark so it’s not really necessary to take the water sprayers, but just generally keep a look out for people.
  • Finally the festival winds up, and everyone goes home. Except for RaveSafe.
  • Anyone left in the HQ that are drunk/drugged we try to find a way for them to go home.
  • Clean up – pack up everything in HQ (usually involves soiled sheets from people during the day), put it all back on the ute, and go home.

By the end of the day, we’ll have been at the music festival for 14 – 15 hours. We’ve been on our feet the most of the day, and while we make it look easy, it sure as hell isn’t. The day after we’re usually extremely exhausted with very fatigued bodies.

So why do I do it? Firstly, a selfish reason. I plan on joining the Queensland Police Service, and need to prove my contribution to society in the form of volunteer work. RaveSafe is voluntary, hence why it works for me.  Secondly, I get free entry to the events, and provided everyone is generally well behaved we get to enjoy the music too. Thirdly….mmm, read the second point again.

I know it’s wishful thinking that people might be well behaved, but hey…it might happen! At least at Soundwave I got the chance to sit on the grass and listen to Nine Inch Nails in the cool air, and at the end of a long hard day in the sun, that makes it all seem worthwhile. I’ll be sure to post about my experiences at the future festivals I go to – no doubt there will be some interesting stories to tell!

Australia Day 2009

Today was such a great day. I’m looking back on it at almost 11pm at night, thinking just how relaxing it was. I wish every day could be the same.

It started off with having a sleep in (excluding the extremely early hour my dog woke me up for his breakfast), followed by lazing around in my pyjamas for a few hours. That was a win already – any day that starts like that you know it’s going to be a good one. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a mate of ours, James, popped his head in. “Came over for a cold one!” he yelled.

An hour later we decided to head down to the local tavern for a bite to eat for lunch and have a couple of drinks. Unfortunately being the driver, I opted for the non-alcoholic beverage of diet coke, but I’m tough. I could handle it. The boys downed a few bourbons, and James having the excellent contacts that he does, got the first few rounds for free. Turned out he used to be the manager’s boss, and she had always been sweet on him. Another tactic to woo him over I guess (James is a pilot and determined to be single for another few years yet).

Also to the boys’ advantage was the backyard cricket match running live across the road from the tavern. It included girls in bikinis running, and for my viewing pleasure, men without shirts on. Unfortunately, none of these men carried a six pack on their stomachs; they each had at least a carton. Hence I turned my attention back to the tennis playing on one of the numerous tv’s scattered around the room. Much more appealing eye candy there.

After a while, we finished up and decided we would grab the dogs and head down the river for a swim. We switched from our little Suzuki hatch into our Suzuki 4wd, put the dogs in the back and headed to North Shore. We had packed a cooler bag full of drinks for ourselves, so first order of business after we’d arrived and set up was to get drinks. I served the boys their boubons, then made myself a fruit tingle.

A very wet Turbo on Australia Day

A very wet Turbo on Australia Day

Unfortunately, Turbo is not well enough trained to know not to run away when we take him off the lead. Thus, he had to stay on the lead today while we were playing in the water. Generally it was fine, the only problem was when other dogs came along and he wanted to run off and play. He’d pull on the lead, get in trouble, then cry….that whole routine was repeated several times during the day. Other times it was great! We would say the magic words “do you want to go for a swim” then we’d walk into the water and he’d run in after us and start paddling in. James’ dog, Hunter, a great big doberman, was there as well but he’s much more obedient than Turbo. James had brought a ball for Hunter to play with, and took to throwing it out into the river. Hunter would then race in and swim out to the ball, grab it with his mouth, and swim back again. After a while Turbo had picked up on the game, and we were able to let go of the lead while he swam in after the ball, then came back. It was great while it lasted!

Overall we spent about 3 hours down at the river, during which time I’m pleased to say I didn’t get burnt. I had put on the good ol’ 30+ though, so it’s not really surprising. Around 6′ish we packed the dogs back into the vitara and headed home. We had timed it perfectly, to hear the last few songs in the Triple J’s Hottest 100, which we’d tuned into several times during the day (alas we didn’t have a radio to bring with us onto the beach). Along the way home the boys insisted on going via Mooloolaba, obviously to check out the “talent” aka women. They had a bit of drink in them at this stage, and tried to tell me they just wanted to see “the scene”, which was really just a thinly veiled attempt at trying to convince me otherwise. We ended up driving down the spit, at which point John Farnham’s “You’re the Voice” came onto the stereo. Mat immediately turned it up to an insane level, and they hung out the windows singing at the top of their lungs. Being the driver, I should have been more stern on them, but really it was just hilarious to see. There was a large number of people at Mooloolaba Spit at the time, and I’m fairly positive almost every single one of them turned to look at our car. I hope we brought a smile to someone’s face at least.

I dropped the boys off at James’ place (along with Hunter) for a swim in the pool while I came home to shower. I bathed Turbo as well to get rid of all the sand scattered amongst his hair, threw in some clothes for Mat and rejoined the boys. More drinking ensued (mostly for the boys, only one more drink for me being the good sensible non-drinking-driving girl that I am), along with a trip to McDonald’s for dinner. We’d left dinner until 9.30pm, and everything was shut at the time except for Mickey D’s…so that was on order. Got home at ate, then Mat and I decided it was time to depart and return home. After all, we had to work the following day!

Overall, it was an extremely enjoyable day, and I think it really summed up the Australian way of life. We’d managed to tick every box for Aussie priorities. Having a drink, hanging out with mates, going to the beach, and cricket. What more could you ask for?!

Big Day Out 2009

**previously**

Saturday consisted of attending the Women’s W-League Grand final between QLD Roar, and Canberra United, during which Danielle, Jo and I became famous by being broadcast on tv cheering the first goal by the QLD girls. It was a great match with the QLD girls eventually taking it out 2-0. After that, Jo and I caught a free bus back to Roma St, got in my car and headed down to the Gold Coast. We made our way to O’Malleys, and had dinner and drinks while we watched the boys play. This time it was QLD Roar vs Sydney FC. It was absolutely fantastic to see QLD come out on top again, making it two out of two wins for the day. We finished up the night by buying two Australian flag Sombreros, accidentally buying some naked man playing cards (the subject of lots of laughing and near pants-wetting experiences), and having cocktails back at the unit.

Look at those awesome people down the bottom!

Look at those awesome people down the bottom!

**Sunday Morning**

07.00am – I awoke early with a bit of a headache from the previous night’s drinking, so wandered out to the living room. I located the panadol, popped two and had a bottle of water. I chilled on the balcony for a little bit looking at the beach, then decided I would head back to bed for another kip.

08.00am – Awake again, and this time was for good. I charged up my iphone on the computer in the living room, and watched American Hot Rod on TV while I waited for Jo. I started to get really hungry at this point, and went into the kitchen to look for some tea/coffee making materials. The kitchen was severely lacking. I found one packet of instant coffee, no sugar, and no milk. I gave up my attempt, refilled my water and made my way back to the couch.

09.00am – Being a Big Day Out virgin, I was really looking forward to getting there. My original plan was to leave by 10am, as I expected a long wait for the bus and I wanted to see Sparkadia (who were first up). Finally at about half-past I woke up Jo, who stumbled out to the living room a little dazed. By 10.30am we were ready to go.

11.30am – no idea how we managed to waste the last 2 hours, but we had breakfast, went and got some essentials for the day (that would prove to not be necessary at ALL) and went and lined up for the buses. The line up was MASSIVE, I would have estimated something like 500m or more? It went throughout the carpark, around the corner and a fair walk down the street. Thankfully buses were constantly coming and going so it moved pretty fast. We left after about half an hour of waiting.

12.30pm – arriving at the Big Day Out was an amazing experience. Seeing the loads of people walking up the road, piling out of the buses, people paying an astonishing $40 for parking etc. Yet it still didn’t dawn on me just how many people was going to be at the event. We made our way to the front, which consisted of two shipping containers, and gigantic boards filled with computer parts.

One of the boards out the front of the Big Day Out

One of the boards out the front of the Big Day Out

You lined up to get through, during which time you were looked over by the police, and if you were in the right spot at the right time, the sniffer dogs. It was amazing to see how every time the sniffer dog started on a particular line, loads of people would switch lines. Obvious much? Not to the police apparently. I saw one girl get pulled out of the line, with the dog reacting very excitedly to her bag. DONE. I think if they had two dogs there, they would have got a helluva lot more.

After making your way through the shipping containers you were then led to one of dozens of lines. There were lines for under 18′s, there were lines for over 18′s not drinking, and lines for over 18′s drinking (where you were allocated a wrist band to show at the various bars around the grounds). Your bag was also searched, and your tickets collected.

The lines to get into the BDO.

The lines to get into the BDO.

After you made it through the line, you walked forward into the grounds, past some buildings and to the top of the hill. Breathtaking. Stages and rides, exhibitions, markets, all visible from the one spot. This was something I’d never comprehended. The sheer size completely blew me away. This thing was going to be BIG.

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Aussie Christmas Carols

I started thinking tonight about how a lot of the Christmas songs we hear are about snow, having a white christmas, and sitting by the fire. It’s certainly not like that in Australia!! Here we’re used to sweating, having bbq’s, lots of swimming in the pool or the ocean, and sunburn.

Santa has a change of attire when visiting Australia

Santa has a change of attire when visiting Australia

Originally I twittered the question of whether there were any Aussie Christmas carols anyone knew of (two replies about Rolf Harris and his song “6 White Boomers” – itunes link), and after starting to do a little bit of research it was clear it would need a blog post. Hence I present to you, a comprehensive list of songs available in iTunes that’s truly representative of an Aussie Christmas! Even if some of them are slightly bogan’ish.

  1. 6 White Boomers – Rolf Harris
  2. Aussie Jingle Bells – Bucko & Champs (there’s actually tons of versions of this song on iTunes)
  3. 12 Days of Aussie Christmas – Bucko & Champs
  4. Album called Aussie Christmas with Bucko & Champs by Bucko & Champs
  5. A Very Merry Aussie Christmas – Ticklish Allsorts
  6. Australians let us Barbecue – Bucko & Champs (had to mention this one – to the tune of the anthem)
  7. Album called True Blue Aussie Christmas by Dimmer Twins

And that’s enough for me tonight! I must say, I was quite surprised…I actually didn’t think there would be that much but I was pleasantly surprised. Not that it converted into purchases or anything. I just can’t work out whether it means that there’s more “novelty” albums out there that I expected, or I’m just not up to par on the Christmas albums!

Bonus link – an app in the App Store for Australian Slang, appropriately named “Aussie (Australian) Slang