Perth based Fashion Illustrator Pippa McManus launched her solo exhibition Seeing Double last week at the recently opened tu Staircase Gallery, at the rear of tu clothing on 218A William St. Cut & Paste sat down with this talented lady (and one of the first people we interviewed over six years ago) to see what she has been up to in 2011 and the work featured in Seeing Double.
The Dreadlocked Sensei from Drum Media Perth sits down for a beer with Kevin and Jay from Tame Impala…they talk about venn diagrams and musichttp://www.vimeo.com/18946297
It’s not all Rock stars and Beers at these festivals you know. Read about Chris Callan’s run in with an angry sailor here.
Q: How did all the ripped up porn start floating around the media tent?
A: Keep reading…
So it’s 6:28am and the sun has just come up, but because the sun hates us we boil in the tent. TENTS and the SUN don’t mix… EVER! It’s so unbearable that we leave and decide to go to the beach.
The beach is great in the morning. It wakes you and up gets you ready for the day. I don’t own ANY shorts so I had to borrow some from Chris, who informed me that they looked like shorts from Baywatch. I wanted to run up and down the beach in slow motion, but being in the water was better.
The sleepy little town of Busselton was not so sleepy that day… Well ok, it was but Coles was open and we got a banana then off to the TAB for a beer as it was the only thing open that had beer available.
Back at SOUTHBOUND, into the staff parking and lugging the gear through the crowds of people who just seem to be waking up or arriving from god knows where. We get to the media tent. Charge our phones (oh by the way. Still no good reception down here. It’s insane. WiFi doesn’t even work). Then off to pack up the tent as John shoots some live footage of The Chemist, who were our first interview of the day.
Backstage, after the struggle with security to get in… AGAIN, we do our interview with The Chemist, I don’t have headphone and can’t hear shit. There is a camera problem and cards need to be changed… all really boring and you don’t need to hear about this… It’s still fucking hot!
In between interviews I get a text from a friend saying:
Quote of the festival from some young girl: “Why are their two Australian flags and one Japanese flag”… The Japanese Flag she was referring to was the Aboriginal flag … I Almost fell over laughing. Are fucking kids these days THAT dumb? Yes, yes they are. Sure I’ve mistaken flags before. Most people have. It’s easy to mix up the Australian and New Zealand flag or the Holland and French Flags. But the Japanese Flag and the Aboriginal Flag? C’mon! I’m sorry but the girl who originally said that; Retard, from an uneducated and racially sterile background. Idiot!
Back to the interviews: We shot Tim & Jean followed by Grace Woodroofe (to whom I said “have a good show, even though she’d already played… felt like a fool, but beer made that feeling go away quick) followed by Tame Impala. All interviews went well but I didn’t get a chance to see Sleigh Bells. But at that stage it didn’t matter. It was just Far too fucking hot to move and I preferred just sitting in the shade drinking free soft drinks. Ahhhhh refreshing…
Back to the media tent and caught the last half of Paul Kelly. He had a massive crowd, both young and old. The kids and the olds love him. Plus the man has simply amazing songs, so it was good that I got to see him for a bit.
The Mystery of the Torn Porn.
Pages and pages of torn hardcore porn are scattered around the media tent and a few questions come to mind.
1) Who buys Porn mags anymore? We have the internet, we’re all tech savvy, why would we need a still pic when we can latterly type anything our hearts desire into a search engine and we’ll have it there.
2) Who in the Media would bring Porn? No one was the answer but there was an even split between guys and girls in the tent, all of us working our asses off and none of us with the time on our hands to bat one out in between sets.
Answer: Maybe security? I donno, there was speculation, and upon further investigation there were more torn pages in the porta-loo behind the Media tent than scattered throughout, but the mystery will live on.
That was our two days. We left right after Tame Impala and didn’t stay for the Klaxons or A-Track. We all just wanted to go home and have a real shower.
SOUTHBOUND this year wasn’t my favourite. The National made it worthwhile but the line-up was all over the place. The crowds seemed thin here and there and the heat made it ridiculous. As always the organisation was great and we had access to lots of things the average punter doesn’t which is great to share with you all, but there was only one band I saw that stood out and the other I saw was ok, and it was too fucking hot to see the last one I wanted to see. I had fun, I always do but being so close to the new year and so close to BREAKFEST was maybe not the best move this year for SOUTHBOUND 2011. All in all though the punters will decide if they enjoyed it or not.
This isn’t a review, just an opinion on what happened and how. Take it or leave it.
See Court Macah’s Band photos
Read Chris Callan’s take on the Southbound experience
See Court Maccah’s photos of the crowd and other wild animals
Spot yourself and your friends in the Crowd at Southbound 2011
Catch up with Chris Callan’s fight with a sailor
More Photos from Southbound
by Aaron McCann
“I jus wanna FUCK SOMETHIN!!!….. I’M SOOO LOOOONELY!!!!!” Yep it’s 12am in the morning and this is what we hear as myself and Chris Callan try to set up a tent in the dark, sober… Not like myself and Mat de Koning attempting to do the exact same the year before… not so sober. But the strange yelps and cries for sexual gratification from the children, most likely on acid, a few tents away, made me chuckle. So how did we end up here? Lets go back shall we? Yes, the question is redundant, we’re going back… I’m telling you, not asking you.
I get a text from John Macliver at 9:27am “Yo make it 10:30 at the office” (we were meant to meet at 10am. I didn’t wake up ’cause of that CRAZY iPHONE BUG that stopped your alarms going off and made the weather unbearable.
10:40 I rock up at the office and we take off for the long, long, long drive to Busselton to shoot SOUTHBOUND 2011 I’m exited about this one because I really want to see The National, Joan Jett and Sleigh Bells. That’s it. That’s ALL I wanted to see. “But what about this person, and that band and this band?” Who gives a fuck! I’ve been to enough fucking festivals where I can be content with seeing who I want to see and not have you fucking lecture me about how good this band was or is or will be. 3 Bands. Done.
We arrive and it’s HOT! I mean the kinda hot that makes you go “How am I sweaty there?” Hot. Lugging camera gear from cars to trolleys, trolleys to gates, gates to camping ground, ground to media tent and then to back stage and back again… Pain in the ass. We Have VIP/Press access… Still a pain, But 3 bands. 2 on the 1st night. Not complaining. First up is an interview with Tijuana Cartel. I can’t hear anything and am just focused on the shot and getting a cold drink (Even if I shoot the interview, in situations like this I really only “SEE” the interview for the first time when I edit it… Strange? Maybe…. Too HOT don’t care)
SECURITY: “You can’t come through here without a AAA”
US: “We’re standing in the AAA section… we want to go to General Admission”*
*This conversation happened over and over, again and again. We gave up by day two and mastered horrid looks to express our distaste for them not being able to remember our faces, and more interested in the half torn pages of a porn mag they left discarded in the staff toilets like many actual condoms found in the regular toilets.
So then we packed up our equipment for the first day and I went off to see The National. I primed myself right up front so I could get a great view and be in the crowd and experience Frontman; Matt Beringer’s amazing vocals in awe… What I wasn’t expecting however was when they started off with “Mistaken For Strangers” from their acclaimed 2nd Album Boxer (one of my favourite tracks) some fucking retarded, vocally inept walking failed abortion starts singing every line from the top of his lungs, right behind my ear. Not just a Chorus (that I could handle) NO! Everything word for word (he fucked up a lot of the words… and the key it’s meant to be sung in, the general pace… FUCK!
I CAME HERE TO LISTEN TO THE NATIONAL…. NOT A NATIONAL FUCK-TARD!
So I left for the back of the pit. More room, but not up close. Still great, still amazing. (Got told off for smoking… fucking hell… why not rape me while i’m here!) So when, for their final song “Terrible Love” from High Violet, kicks in and Beringer launched himself into the crowd, to about the point I was originally standing, where fuck-diddly-umptious was still singing every word, was I angry? Kinda. But that that stage I had had my festival highlight and could go home in peace.
Two more drinks. Not drunk yet. Off to Joan Jett.
The crowd was slim, mainly cause it was full of girls who just saw the movie “The Runaways” and now think they know everything about their music. More about stupid people like this in
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts played. They were good, not great. They played “I Love Rock & Roll”, “Crimson & Clover”, “I Hate Myself for Loving You” and older Runaway’s tracks like “Cherry-Bomb”… But I think by that time of the night I was tired and it had dawned on me.
We hadn’t set up a tent yet and were just hoping to crash somewhere in Busselton.
CUT TO: Where we began. It’s late, we’re tired and we’re setting up a tent and some random drunk is still yelling: ““I jus’ wanna FUCK SOMETHIN!” and then every now and then he’d yell “Watermelon!!!” some girl was egging him on…
*for more on stupid girls like this see above statement about “Runaways” and a rant in Pt.2
So. Tent is up and I’m off to bed. The ground is hard. The Acid freak, wont shut up. Someone is snoring in the tent beside me and some fucking bug from hell just crawled into my ear. Still… Seeing the National was Worth It!
… More madness in Part 2…
Read part two of Aaron’s adventures here
Check Out who as in the crowd thanks to Court Maccah’s snappy snaps
Read about Chris Callan’s fight with a sailor in a shower here.
Check out Maccah’s shots of the bands you went to Southbound to see.