"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy

it was bloody cold.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Homegrown. WAS AWESOME.

HOMEGROWN. Bro. It was fantastic.
18 thousand people came to Wellington's waterfront on Saturday to chill with some of New Zealand's best bands out. There were six stages from Waitangi park down to the TSB and they were stacked with talent. The line-up kicked ass - I went from Motocade, to Katchafire, to Kids of 88, to The Checks, to Trinity Roots, to Shapeshifter. There were 40 bands all up, and each tent was packed. Dub and Roots especially, had a few thousand in there at any one time and a constant smoke hung above the crowd the full 10 hours.
Motocade were great live. They were the sort of band whose sound differed only slightly from what you heard on their album (which was a good album by the way.) and the lead singer had the most intense facials ever. If monkey-man hybrid who had just lost his lifelong banana savings wandered on stage and started wailing you probably couldn't tell the difference between the two? Then Katchafire. They were so damn good. They captured the essence of summer in their cruisy reggae music and had the whole crowd grooooving to 'Seriously', high on the brilliance of the music. Amongst other things, perhaps. I arrived at Kids of '88 just in time for 'My House', the lead singer sweating like a beast. He definitely thought he was SRSLY cool but I can tell you right now those sweaty pits dangling out of his skinny man singlet, that was plastered to his little white man body really should have told him otherwise. But the music was fun! That was what I was there for.
I don't think I can really describe how amazing the Checks were, except to say that they were my best favourite band for 12 months and it was the first time I had seen them live and it was fucking brilliant.
Only downbuzz, is that being seventeen - 10 months away from the beautiful 18 - I am still a "child", which means I couldn't buy or consume alcohol at Homegrown. Not a problem, BUT, to add insult to injury, the wrist band you had to wear if you were under 18 was patterned with multi-coloured jigsaw pieces like a little kiddy. I have to say it was kinda embarrassing to go in with three 18 year olds who all got to wear a normal "ID Checked, Age Verified" wristband. Who then all went and bought their overpriced $6 a beer alcohol. So they're gonna be poor anyway. Yeah, sucked to be them...*cough*.
Shapeshifter were...I REALLY NEED TO GET A WIDER RANGE OF POSITIVE ADJECTIVES...electrifying. Nah, not really, that's just what online thesaurus.com told me would be a good substitute for amazing. There were all these lights everywhere and so many people and it was so buzzy, but. So. Good. And I got to know Patty's mates better, except it was really downbuzz cos he couldn't come...I really wanted him to be there! Shapeshifter woulda been that much better. And he coulda come to the Checks. Dangit. But. Anyho. The waterfront will never be the same for me. When I go down there I'm pretty sure I can still faintly hear the bands playing, and my ears ringing...

WOO! Bring on 2012 baby.

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