MOOMINS M.C.

Big Day Out continued:

Following Little Birdy we made our way over to catch Snowman, once again via the beer tent.
Matt and Trent had not heard let alone seen Snowman before and were rather pleasantly surprised by the whole spectacle that is their live show.
As usual, their set was a seamless live act with all the professionalism normally expected from much bigger and more experienced bands.
It was great to see them on the bill for B.D.O. and I hope this fine bunch of musos just keep getting bigger and bigger.



At this point the boys decided to go and see The Streets while I thought I'd go and and get a spot at one of the main stages and have a rest in time to see Muse.
How wrong was I?
Seemed there was already a sizable crowd of people trying to get in through the sheep run.
As both main stages were packed the security blokes weren't letting anymore punters in.
So we waited and waited and waited.
Eventually the green lights came on and the crowd surged forward and stopped, then went backwards.
I spent the next hour or so in the middle of this very loving crowd until I was within about 3 or 4 people from the sheep run.
That's when the red lights came back on again.
AAARRRGGGHHH!!! So close yet so far.
At this point we were squeezed in tighter than a bogan wearing jeans 4 sizes too small.
Knowing that Muse were going to start playing soonish I figured there was nothing more for it than to try and get the hell out of there.
I couldn't go backwards, so eventually managed to get the attention of security and they managed to get me through the sheep run, only to escort me out of the exit.
I was a little pissed off, but turned out that I was better off outside of the main stage as there was actually some room to swing crutches and the like.
Still got to see Muse and really enjoyed it.

That was when Michelle, who I'd been playing phone and text tag all day, just happened to be walking past.
So we watched Muse and eventually she and her friend went their merry little way.



Met up with the boys again, which is quite something in a crowd of 45,000 people with the phone messages running an hour or two behind.
Tool took to the stage and put on a wickedly awesome show, but not before Maynard congratulated one of the Venus sisters on taking out the Australian tennis open.
Just what does a massive crowd which really doesn't give a rat's arse about some stupid american winning some stupid tournament sound like?
I know, but you'll have to use your imagination.
They sounded a bit like the crowd at the Scribe set which was told that some useless teeny bopper band called my chemical romance or something like that, was about to play on the stage next door.
Only much much louder.
During the Tool set I had found yet another use for my crutches.
Aside from being a substitute for those really big inflatable hands, a handy if oversized clapping aid, they also doubled up as stilts.
Stilts? I hear you say.
Yes, with the help of the boys I managed to turn the things upside down and gain an extra foot or so in height.
I'm a fucking genius!!!
I could have been a very sore genius, but lady luck was definitely smiling down that night.


After making a final visit to the beer tent we managed to catch a bit of Violent Femmes before seeing the 'hand of god' sculpture in full flight.
They lit this thing up for the end of the last few headlining sets and we managed to get front row seats for the final ignition.



We finished off the night with The Crystal Method, who put on a sensational night ending set with the best light show I've ever seen.
I mean how many times have you seen a light solo?
Guitar solo yes, bass yes, even bag pipes, but light solo?
When the lighting bloke was finished the crowd went absolutely berserk.
And on that high note, we wandered off to catch a tram to the nearest watering hole.
That's when we saw some dickhead jump out in front of a moving taxi.
He reckons he was trying to hail it, but I've never heard of anyone successfully getting a cab in that particular fashion.





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