most of the day was relativly relaxed the only band of worthy note was liam finn who was friggin amazing. we were nearby when he started and expecting him to be be semi average went and had a look. and low and behold here was a man jumping between guitar and drums smileing and singing and yelling and having an amazing time. and more than that he was good, real good. its amazing how just one guy with actual real talent can do so much with music, he understood it and played with it and he was just having fun. so yea really enjoyed him.
and then had a bit of a mosh to get warmed up at some point in the middle, nothing of note untill wwe tired to get into the front D 1:30 before shihad started unforntunatly the gates were allready shut. the next 1:45 was a battle of mind and body, i was about 5 feet away from the door into the gate pit, with most of the crowd behind pushing and crushing us forward. people were fainting all around and being picked up andtrying to crowd surf back, but no one could get their hands up to carry them away so most people ended up just lying on top of the crowd. there were idiots from every angle yelling for people to push and then there were more sensible idiots telling people not to push. and then shihad started and everyones hearts sank alittle as we all wondered if we’d ever get in. and then shihad stoped and told us not to push, nothing changed. finally after spending over and hour and a half in a near dead condition the gates were opened and we streamed into the center D, the cold air in the mosh pit was mightly refreshing… as were the drink i had guarded untill then.
Shihad were amazing like allways, played some epic songs, screwtop was my favorite as all the hardcores went mental. Bjork started real slow and since no one wanted to lose there good spots in the pit i couldn’t even see her, and i could hardly see the guys fighting with lighting (looked so much fun). she pick up the pace towards the end and it sounded kinda cool but you know crazy. Bjork finished and everyone was real excited and screamed for rage, however bjork choose to do an encore, to which everyone booed, which was kinda stink but then its also pretty silly to do an encore before the main show.
so yea rage against the machine. that was fun.
rage ended and with a river of sweat visably running down my t-shirt it was time for some kiwi boogeying. super groove, headed toward the front dancing as i went starting to recover from rage, when my leg gave way to the worst cramp i’v had. which kinda ruined sup0er groove for me as i could now only move my arms..
anyway it all ended well and i was able to walk again. found everybody at our meeting place and all had watermelon.
