The first time I saw Ball Park Music was three years ago. It was their Every Night the Same Dream Tour. Now, two or so years later, I’m back at my favourite venue with my favourite band. I can’t wait to see how much better thier live show has gotten.
I’m a mixture of nervousness and excitement. This year’s line-up didn’t grab me the way last years did, however, there were still enough big names and a few I hadn’t seen before. (Female representation always a huge tick in my box!).
People are dancing, even in the spaces not usually given over to it. The crowd is really going and the venue is full. Would-be dancers are spilling out and into to the sides. They’re repurposing whatever space they can to move their bodies - the bar and the flanks, even the line for the toilet. No joke. The place is exploding.
If funk has ever had three pillars it's James Brown, Sly Stone, and Parliament-Funkadelic. With Sly gone and James having checked out a little over a decade ago I guess that leaves P-Funk last band standing. Tonight Geroge Clinton and his collective are at Bluesfest and from when their drummer begins hammering into his kit, P-Funk’s is a groove that does not stop. In terms of lyrics and solos, you might be able to partition what’s happening on stage into separate songs but really it's one singular continuous groove, one long hard shot of funk.
Kurt Vile wears worn sneakers, blue jeans, and a flannel overshirt over a Stax Records tee. His hair curls around his face and his body around his guitar. He grips his guitar as though he may never let go of it (though he's changing between them every song.)
The first day is a blur, I'm travelling in full festival mode. My partner ushers me to the bar, I don’t object. It’s raining and before too long I’m watching Norah Jones perform ‘Don’t Know Why’. It’s good. She plays ‘Come Away With Me’ too. Then there’s Hozier. As he’s singing his suffering out on stage, it strikes me that as the kind of guy who’s just really into his music. He doesn’t miss a trick and the band saves ‘Take Me To Church’ ‘til last.
I arrived at The Tivoli one hour before the Cub Sport gig was supposed to start. The line to get in was long, the longest I had seen for any gig I had ever attended in the area. I was nervous.
There's always a certain sense of anxiety while making the walk from the train station to any venue in The Valley- and I was definitely feeling it on this busy Saturday night. Surrounded by your usual Valley folk accompanied by some very inebriated Saint Patty's day venue hoppers, I was more than eager to make it out of the bustle and into the open arms of Tomcat. Besides knowing they run one of the greatest meme accounts on Facebook (seriously, check it out), I didn't know much about the venue. I was welcomed by a room covered in colourful walls filled up with eager people all here to see some local newcomers, Matilda Red.
Even though we don't get DOWNLOAD here in Queensland, there were many positive outcomes from this year's festival. Not least among them was some very worthy sideshows. As a result this I managed to see grunge legends Alice in Chains perform a magnificent set at Eatons Hill Hotel
Khruangbin, one band I really haven't stopped listening to for about two years now. I've had friends walk down the aisle to their music, it's just so damn beautiful. It makes you feel all the feels. This was the first time the Houston-based band toured Australia, it was a sellout