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Bimbadeen Drive, Mooroolbark. Artists need to travel to the next show, and get there from the previous one etc, so these things need to be worked out well in advance. That said, the programs that were handed to us on entry had the old timetables printed in them, with the new one as an insert.

Tram to CBD, train to Werribee, free shuttle to the venue. When we arrived, it was so great to see that this actually was going to be a nice festival. I remember the very first Splendour In The Grass had a similar vibe- it seems the organisers actually give a shit about the punter and want to not just give a great lineup, but a great experience too. The weather was sensational, the venue was brilliant, and the organisers had obviously put in quite an effort to make the grounds as comfortable as possible.

Beer queue. The queue for beer tickets was insane, and when one finally got through that, the queue for actual drinks was even worse. It literally took two hours to get to the front of the queue to find that particular bar had run out of beer. What the fuck? A bar at a festival runs out of beer at 1pm. As my wife noted, this was the kind of amateur mistake you make at your kids 21st, not something at a capacity event. One thing the event organisers can be thankful for, is a forgiving crowd.

Although the general vibe in the bar lines was one of utter frustration and annoyance, everyone kept it together and still had a good time.

So bravo to the crowd for dealing with a shitty situation. All it would have taken was one fuckwit with a southern cross tattoo to start a fight and it could have gotten extremely ugly. I left my comrades in the bar queue and headed off. When I arrived at the stage, I was amazed to see so many people there to see a relatively unknown band.

And then it dawned on me. They were queuing for beer as well. The line literally spanned the length of the field. I now found myself a new problem. I had no beer, and now I came to the realisation that there was no network coverage on my phone. My phone had full bars, but not one message or phone call would go through. Obviously not the organisers fault, but hopefully next year, Telstra will truck out a tower, as they do for Meredith and Woodford.

I was eventually reunited with my friends and drinks, and we trotted down to The Family Stone. Hit after hit after wall of awesome. Next up were The Walkmen. Unfortunately, they came across as pretty damn boring today. The Walkmen. TV On The Radio from the bar queue. Bright Eyes. On the way from Clap Your Hands, I realised it was high time for a wee. Toilet queue! And then it was back To The Great Lawn for The National which was again mostly viewed from the never ending bar queue ….

Up next were Mogwai, which were my most anticipated band of the day. I love this band. I want to BE this band. I reckon I could watch Mogwai daily and not get bored. I was a lot more sober for this show than at Splendour, entirely due to the previously mentioned bar clusterfuck. Once Mogwai were done, we decided to head over to see Phosphorescent. So I did, and I liked it. A great set, even though I only saw the last half. Now it was time for Portishead. They were actually really bloody good.