The March festival trifecta and social times in Melbourne

 

Three out of four weekends in March we attended music festivals in NSW and Victoria. Interesting how we take away something different from each one, and how different they all are, in so many ways.  Reflecting on that, we did a little comparison chart of our impressions as follows (I may have retired but my analytical brain is still working!)

 

Cobargo Festival entrance in the lovely green valley

We had a pleasant two day drive down the beautiful NSW south coast to Cobargo and got settled in the campground in time to see one of the opening acts at 4pm, Margaret and Bob Fagan.  Margaret used to teach at the Montessori pre-school that Amy and Helen attended, so it was nice to speak with her after the show.  Somehow their music always makes me sad; they deliver powerful messages.  It was then full-on concerts (12 in total that day) until midnight.  Great musicians, comedians and satirists. With the layout of the festival stages it was possible to take in parts of two or three acts per session time depending on how we liked them. It was always possible to get into every show.

 

Margaret and Bob Fagan

 

Dick’s nickname at University was Spooner (thats where he came from).  The festival featured ‘Spooners’ Bar, named after a local musician in this case.

All kinds of music and acts

Day two started for us with a visit from another couple who also own an Explorer motorhome like us. Unlike us, they had been up for hours so had a coffee while we had breakfast.  Its like being in a club and most Explorer owners seek each other out on the road so makes it easy to find new, like-minded people to hang around with.  Our first session was the all levels ukulele workshop with an American guitar wizard, Richard Gilewitz. Being keen we sat in the front row.  It was way beyond us but interesting and informative.  At the end I told him I found it confusing that everyone recommended different ways of strumming etc.  He said it was his way or the highway!, and did give reasons why his approach was better.  They expected 18 people at the Ukulele workshop and had over 60 there.  After that we attended another 12 sessions and finished close to midnight again.  Managed to fit in a 5pm drinks session with our Explorer friends and just bought pizza at a stand for dinner so we didn’t miss much.

 

The group ukulele session.  He had everyone playing with their eyes closed.

 

The main thoroughfare of the festival

 

Jam sessions abounded

 

Made a big effort to get to the starting 10am sessions on Day three and ended up seeing six sessions before we left around 3pm that afternoon.  The festival was fantastic and we continued to enjoy new artists every session/every day.  We met a few of the organizers and were really impressed with all the volunteers – so friendly and helpful!  It was a well-run event, great musicians, good camping on the festival grounds and good take away food options, and we had fabulous hot weather to boot in a beautiful, green valley.  What’s not to like!

 

The last day featured a fiddle concert showcasing the top fiddlers who were at the festival.  Great stuff!

Following that festival we headed to Melbourne to catch up with a few friends.  Had to modify our route to avoid the bush fires (forest fires) in Victoria. Enjoyed a pleasant evening and driveway camping with Kathy and Graeme in Frankston South.  The next day Kathy gave us a wonderful tour of the Mornington Peninsula. Had a nice dinner visit and more driveway/street camping with Stephanie and Ron, plus coffee with Jackie and lunch with Margaret.  After that round of socializing and driving the van through Melbourne, we headed to Warrnambool to rest up before our next festival weekend.  Enjoyed a good sleep in, some shopping in Warrnambool and the hot spa before bed (we’re now staying in caravan parks with all the extras we can get).

 

Nice view of Port Philip Bay at Kathy’s house – not bad for driveway camping.

 

Port Fairy Folk Festival

We thought we got to the festival early so we could get a good camping spot and look around the town before the festival opened at 5:30pm. Alas the camping was already quite crowded but we were happy with our spot.

 

View from one side of our van

 

View of the other side of the van – high density living

Saw the opening ceremony and our new friends, The Naked Waiters (ukulele show) plus another 5 shows and got home around 11pm.  The festival was a big production and popular events got full quickly, so we needed to employ new strategies to see the ones we wanted to see.  Better to see shows that showcased 6 – 8 performers so we got more variety, and get there early for popular sessions, like Kasey Chambers (who we enjoy and got to see again).  On day two we saw 6 shows, attended a book launch with our ‘friend’ Greg North (we met him at a few of his shows) and did a Uke workshop, so had an early night, with a 10:30 finish.  Bought Greg’s book of limericks which inspired a new focus for me. 

Big marquees and three screens for the big audiences

 

The group Ukulele workshop with The Naked Waiters from Hawaii

 

Some extra help for a slow learner during the Ukulele workshop

 

The theme of the festival was Woodstock (held 15th August, 1969) and the headliner act was Melanie who performed at Woodstock 50 years ago.  So we took drastic measures to get to see her (including having afternoon naps).  She was on at 8:15pm and we sat in the relevant tent from 4pm (to 1am) watching all the acts in that tent and moving up between acts so we were in a good position to see Melanie, and even then we were quite far back.  But it was worth it and I was singing Melanie songs for two weeks after that.  She was impressive and told lots of good stories, and following her the festival also had a session which gave all the background to how Woodstock was done. They had different acts sing the songs that were sung at Woodstock.  All good fodder for our vintage!  

 

Our seats from 4pm – 1am (about the middle of the tent)

An enlarged photo of Melanie on stage (too far back to even get a good photo on one of the big screens)

After a good sleep in, I woke up and inspired by reading Greg North’s book, I wrote three limericks (copies follow at the end).  We managed to go back to the festival and take in one final act before we went back to Warrnambool and have a rest/recovery day.  Port Fairy was a good festival and an experience of a how a good, large festival works.

 

Dick socializing in the festival grounds with one of the Naked Waiters (our new Uke friends).

At the Guinness stage in the bar for the final act.

Our final festival in the series was completely different, and chosen due to the timing and location. We attended the Horsham Country Music Festival, along with several hundred other grey nomads (seniors) in caravans. Even though we were in the showground we had a nice spot by the river. We made it for the opening evening sessions.  Key memories from that night can be summed up succinctly – yodelling and truck songs!

Opening night concert at Horsham – one outdoor stage, bring your own chair.  Lucky we had great weather.

It was a four day festival but with only 12 performers we decided to do some other touring and focus on the key concerts. The Tribute Concert featured the songs of Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, John Denver, Dusty Springfield, Slim Dusty, Dolly Parton and Roy Orbison; which gives the flavor of the festival and was well done.  In every concert there were people getting up and dancing at the front, and they were all good dancers. So much so that it was intimidating and took three days for us and others to get up the confidence to join the dancing.

  

The Johnny Cash session at the Tribute Concert

 

Great dancers throughout, lots of line dancing which looked like fun.

We saw the feature concerts on the hot, sunny third day and the evening finale (which featured all the performers up on the stage)  As we’d seen each performer 3 or 4 times, we decided we’d had enough and could skip the last day. 

 

Final concert with all performers on stage

 

Leaving our showground camping spot – Dick still gets to take out the garbage.

A separate blog will cover the hiking and touring we did on this trip, but I’ll finish this off with my three limericks.

 FESTIVAL INSPIRED LIMERICKS

Here we are at another music festival
Running round like a bat out of hell
So many good acts to see
There’s no time to eat or pee
Am now tired and don’t feel so well.

I once played my uke at Port Fairy
Initially the class it was scary
The Naked Waiters were fun
Even with their clothes on
So now I can play and be merry


Inspired by Greg North, the bush poet.
A clever word man, who didn’t show it
Saw him in 3 different places,
Enjoyed all his various faces
Am now writing limericks, altho’ he doesn’t know it.

PS – he does know it now as I sent it to him!

 

 

The ‘Feast of Festivals’ begins Jan – Feb 2019

Adding some new experiences into our travel life, we are making 2019 a ‘Year of Festivals’.  In keeping with the new mantra of ‘flexibility’ we have been already taking lots of spontaneous opportunities to visit festivals we hear about, and as part of trying to do some planning we have produced a 3 page spreadsheet listing all the ones we may want to attend sometime this year.

In January we went to a number of Sydney Festival events with friends to start off the year.  Then we heard about the Illawarra Folk Festival, sort of nearby in Bulli NSW, so had a day there with Esther and Ruth.  It was a full day, leaving around 9am and getting back 12 hours later, after catching some part of 23 different acts during the day.  That event helped to establish our plan of attack for getting the most out of the festivals (ie study the program and map a route for the day to get around all the different venues).  

Bulli, a 90 minute drive from home and a full day out.

Illawarra Folk Festival with Esther & Ruth

On 23rd of January we headed up to Tamworth for our first ever Tamworth Country Music Festival.  That was quite an experience with 2800 acts to choose from over 10 days (we were only there for 4 days), 700 entertainers and an influx of 50,000 visitors to the town.  Our friend Chris was there with us for two days; we had one day on our own, and Kevin and Jenny were also there for two days, so it was a great social time.  

Our experiences included another Kasey Chambers concert, the iconic John Williamson, and my new favorite band, The Pigs.

In the pub with our friends for two shows 

 

The Pigs on stage in Tamworth (we also saw them in Bulli and now have their CD)

I feel like a grey nomad groupie but couldn’t resist a pic with T-Bone from The Pigs

In fact the Tamworth experience inspired us to write a song ‘Living Next Door to Abi’ [to the tune of Living Next Door to Alice], as we stayed in Abi’s driveway for two nights.  Then I wrote ‘The Ballad of Dick Stresau’ to the tune of ‘The Ballad of Jed Clampett’, from ‘The Beverley Hillbillies’.  A few days after we got home I woke up one day and announced that I wanted to learn to play the ukulele. So all this music is having an impact on me, maybe making up for lost time.

One of our fellow Explorer Motorhome owner friends said they were going to a ukulele festival in Katoomba, a town in the Blue Mountains near Sydney.  So we decided on a Tuesday that we’d go there as well on the Friday for the weekend.   Very handy having our Lestervan for accommodation.  Needless to say we have never seen so many ukuleles in our life.  We borrowed a ukulele from our friend, Peter, so I was able to go to the beginners ukulele workshop.  We were both astounded by the high calibre of many of the ukulele acts.  If you closed your eyes it would be hard to imagine that you were listening to ukuleles.  It was quite inspiring and looked like a lot of fun!

 

Fun in Katoomba

Masses of people with their ukuleles playing along

As we were in the beautiful Blue Mountains we managed to do a pleasant walk down into the valley beside Katoomba Falls, and being lazy we took the scenic railway back up.  It was a nice way to finish off our ukulele weekend.

Walking beside Katoomba Falls

So far this year we have celebrated Helen’s 29th birthday with a family dinner at the Opera House, and we enjoyed a family weekend down the south coast.  Thats on top of celebrating Dick’s big birthday in late December.  All in all its been a great start to the year, and nice to have summer in Sydney, so I’ll finish this off with a few family photos.  Have also included my two songs, just so I have a record of them.

 

Dick’s birthday

 

Dinner at the Opera House for Helen’s 29th birthday

Chef Helen, on the south coast weekend

 

Hard to believe I could stay up on a SUP ( Stand Up Paddleboard)

 

All hot and tired at the end of a very active beach weekend away 

 

PS – My two songs

The Ballad Of Dick Stresau

By Pat (Tamworth 2019)

Sung to the tune of ‘The Ballad of Jed Clampett’ (aka Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song)

 

Come and listen to a story about a man named Dick 

He hailed from the States, and he was a scientist

Sailed round the world in his precious wooden boat

Ended up in Australia just to get himself a float

 

Cash that is – needed good hard cash

 

Got a job at ETP and he made himself a name

Building detectors got him lots of worldwide fame

Settled in Sydney and made himself at home

Too busy working, so no more did he roam

 

Sydney, that is – amazing harbour, lots of boats

 

Many years went by and then he married Pat  

Got himself two daughters; and left his city flat

They got themselves a Lestervan, which is their second home

So Dick’s now back out on the road; evermore to roam.

 

Dirt, that is – bull dust and corrugations

 

Well now it’s time to say good by to Dick and all his kin.

And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly listenin’ in.

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 Living Next Door To Abi

By Pat and Dick (Tamworth 2019) 

Sung to the tune of ‘Living Next Door to Alice’

 

Jenny called, when she got the word

She said “I suppose you’ve heard about Abi”

Well, I rushed to the window, and I looked outside

And I could hardly believe my eyes

This big motorhome pulled slowly into Abi’s drive

 

Oh, I don’t know why we’re leaving, or where we’re gonna go

I guess we’ve got our reasons but I just don’t want to know

‘Cause for forty-eight hours we’ve been living next door to Abi

Forty-eight hours, just waitin’ for a site

To tell her how we’re feeling, maybe get a second night

Now we’ve gotta get used to not living next door to Abi

 

We’d never met her before, but she seemed a good sort

And she gave us some power so we didn’t run short, Us and Abi

She was good at picking music and showing us the club

Didn’t get to hear her sing karaoke at the pub

As the big motorhome pulled slowly out of Abi’s drive

 

Oh, I don’t know why we’re leaving, or where we’re gonna go

I guess we’ve got our reasons but I just don’t want to know

‘Cause for forty-eight hours we’ve been living next door to Abi

Forty-eight hours, just waitin’ for a site

To tell her how we’re feeling, maybe get a second night

Now we’ve gotta get used to not living next door to Abi

 

Jenny called back, and asked how we felt

She said “I know how to help, you get over Abi”

She said “Now Abi is gone, but Slippery Boards is here

You know I’ve been waiting for you to bring some beer”

And the big motorhome disappeared

 

Oh, I don’t know why we’re leaving, or where we’re gonna go

I guess we’ve got our reasons but I just don’t want to know

‘Cause for forty-eight hours we’ve been living next door to Abi

Forty-eight hours, just waitin’ for a site

To tell her how we’re feeling, maybe get a second night

Now we’ve gotta get used to not living next door to Abi