Splendour in the grass– a recap.
So many drugs.
“Have you seen my friend Molly?” Was asked so many times I turned around and said to someone, “Molly must be really lost, people are looking for her everywhere.”
To which they looked at me, like I was all foam no beer and I’d forgotten to pay this months brain bill, letting me know that Molly was not a person, but a pill. I learn something new every year at Splendour, last year it was that mud is slippery and pink hair dye runs in the rain, this year it was that Molly is another name for ecstasy. Ground breaking.
Music was great.
Sampa the great is the sassiest coolest Zambian rapper I’ve ever seen. DMA’s had the amphitheatre jumping in unison. My fav band, The Avalanches were slightly confusing and I had to google the logistics of how they hadn’t played in 16 years but their front man and woman looked about 20, (to clarify, those two are new), nevertheless, they went off and they used vinyl to DJ, how cool. And The Strokes well, it’s hard to explain, though it seems like it was only last nite they played under cover of darkness in front of what felt like every person that someday attended splendour and man oh man did they capture our heart in a cage. And honestly I've tried and each to their own but you couldn’t of paid me $1975 dollars to go see the 1975.
Girls wore glitter and boys paid them out for it, though if we’re going to talk about being typical at Splendour we could talk about how it seemed as though every guy there chose between either an RVCA muscle tee or Violent Soho band tshirt.
Holy shit the bloody transport.
The bus lines were about as effective as a wet ramen noodle, we waited three and a half hours, I’m not kidding, three and a half hours to get on a bus. Splendour was lit until I wanted to lit myself on fire because I was so cold. I have never regretted wearing my fucking flimsy fairy princess get up when it was 11 degrees at 3am, I would’ve traded every sequin on my outfit to get home. Everyone cheered as a girl from Melbourne actually cried of happiness when we finally got on a shuttle at 4:30am. And by then it would’ve been just smarter to stay at the festival and get in line for tomorrows shuttle bus.
See you next year Splendour.