WORDS NICK SMITH PHOTOS HELEANA GENAUS
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve said to myself “never again”, when it comes to doing festivals, they’re just so tough to pull off.
If you’ve ever stayed in a little holiday house up the coast and tried to cook for a group of friends or family, you’ll kinda get what I mean; there’s one knife and it’s blunt, only half the stove works and the chook won’t fit in the oven.
But while this month’s Underbelly Festival on Cockatoo Island was easily the most brutal I’ve experienced, what with the water barging of gear, winter camping, no plumbing and sheer intensity (around a thousand people served in four hours), I hear that same voice in my head saying “well maybe just one more”, (I wonder if he’s in to self flagellation).
You don’t do these gigs for the money, there are easier ways to make a quid. You do them to remind yourself of what you already knew, that you are surrounded by a group of legends who would jump to be by your side when you’re in the thick of it, the RSW community never ceases to amaze me in its willingness to roll up the sleeves.
You also do these events to reconnect with old mates, like Mary’s and Young Henry’s, and to make new ones like Andy Bowden and Venus Wholefoods, (seriously feels like anytime there’s a good festival on you’re going to see some Newtown Locals serving the people).
Thanks to all who helped out or just made the trip to eat some noodles, it felt great to see the rising sun shining again.