Gizzfest- Concert November 26th 2017

Oh man, I just love concerts so much but this was something different. This was a festival showcasing multiple bands from Australia, Japan and the US.

Buying the ticket itself was a spur of the moment choice. I had actually considered going as soon as the tickets became available but wasn't sure about whether the money would be worth it and whether I'd have anyone to go with. I'm so glad that I did decide to go. Over a cold drink, my friend filled me in on the details and then told me she was looking for someone to go with. About five seconds later, my mind was made up and I purchased my ticket.

The next step was deciding on what to wear. This was a festival and I needed something to help me look the part. Fortunately, I had a flared-sleeved jumpsuit, Doc Martens (which I never take off, so it's no surprise) and dream catcher earrings given to me by said friend.

Two friends were now in my company as we entered the line for the festival. Almost instantly, the stench of cigarettes and weed clambered up our nostrils and hammered the users. I wasn't at all surprised, since the music seemed to fit the stereotype anyway. Again, our tickets were stripped from us and chucked into the bin. I really believe people should stop doing that. I like having a physical memory of my concerts.

Also, sticking true to my concert tradition, I bought myself a King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard t-shirt. I guess that at least compensates for the loss of my ticket.

Considering that we had arrived at 3.30pm, we missed a few entrance bands but in the entire time we were there, I never heard a band I didn't like. I especially liked La Luz and their neo-psychedelic vibes and The Murlocs with their beachy sound that fit in so well with the setting and feeling of each audience member.

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (the main attraction) came out on stage at 8.30pm. I was so close to the stage and could see everything...but that was before they actually came out. As soon as they opened up with a musical introduction, the mosh pit swept me and my friends away. Keep in mind, I'm 5"6 and surrounded by 6ft giants. As I was being pushed forwards, backwards, left and right, the only thing I could smell was the ever-growing and overpowering smell of weed, booze and sweat. Trying not to lose my friends in the massive and aggressive pit, I clung for dear life to my friend's arm. It was the most awesome and terrifying feeling and quite possibly painful for my friend as I scratched up his arm in fright. We had to eventually evacuate what had become a literal eye-of-the-storm because I could no longer breathe. The fresh air just could reach little me.

I felt bad about it and being that close with the ferocity of the crowd, there was no way I could take a steady photo without losing my phone.

So, from just outside the major crowd, I took a photo. It wasn't the greatest photo but it still provided a memory.

Would I do it again? Hell yes. Would I attempt the mosh pit again? Yes...with six inch heels (not recommended).