I'm in my bed with PFD (post festival depression) even a fancy dinner at
Coda tonight wasn't able to revive my dampened demeanor. Its a serious combination of crashes, excitement, adrenalin, champagne, late nights, early mornings, sugar and fantastically mesmerising loud music. The past four days have been an overload on the senses, its difficult to take stock of everything I've seen, heard and felt. I wandered around freely with my Media pass (Hi, my names Media, whats your name?) booze brimming networking events where the fizzy white and rock oysters appeared about my person, rubbing shoulders with Programme Directors from Glastonbury, Roskilde, Fuji Rocks (to name but a few). Lounging on plush seats in the Arts Centre as the intoxicating sounds of 70s golden age Ethiopia wash over me,
Mulatu Astatke working his magic. Skanking away to Mad Professor as Irration Steppas get involved in the DJ booth. Being utterly blown away by the majestic voices of The Congos as they perform
Heart of the Congos their seminal album produced by Lee Scratch Perry, this is their first time in Australia and I'm back stage saying hello in a cloud of Jah inspired smoke. In short my life is wonderful but nothing I can do right now is going to top the last 96 hours of my life.
AWME thank you very much indeed, it was a pleasure working with you, working for you, running around, tweeting, blogging, facebooking, editing, uploading and of course schmoozing. I am going to watch a film now, perhaps
Wah Do Dem?
Photograph © Tajette O'Halloran - Mornington Island Dancers
Photograph © Tajette O'Halloran - Noriko Tandano
Photograph © Marie Muggivan - Graveyard Train
Photograph © James Henry - Mad Professor
Photograph © James Henry - Public Opinion Afro Orchestra
Photograph © James Henry - Lotek
Photograph © James Henry
Photograph © Marie Muggivan
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