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Published: September 27th 2008
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in front of the stage at the Brazilian Festival 21.09.2008 Welcome back to Sydney partytown for another party weekend! This time party journalist intakt presents another warehouseparty and another free festival from one of Australia's party capitals. So here are the latest news from the partytrip codenamed 'study abroad semester'.
It Was All Fun and Games...
...is not a very common name for a party. Neither was the concept. But at first: the preface.
Friday, 19.9., Sydenham, Sydney. Easy to find warehouse, not far from a train station. It's a fundraiser party for somebody who used to organize free partys for many years and had an accident lately. As I pop up there an indi band named Ungus Ungus Ungus is playing. Nice rifs, nice vocals. But I'm off and out again soon, looking for a bottleshop, buying a large beer like the ones we used to drink in Lisbon. As I learnt that beerbottles have a screw lid in Australia I was unable to open it and asked somebody coming out of the shop after me for help. He told me that this one doesn't have a screw lid and that it's a really good beer. "Are you sure?" "Yes. where're you from?" "Germany." "Oh, well, there's far
better beer in Germany. Germany's cool. I'm going to Germany. Take this." And he gives me a 50 Dollar note. "To what part of Germany are you going?" "Doesn't matter. Have a nice time." Well... Off he went and I drank my beer.
Back a da loca this band soon finished and cleared the stage for two MCs. Might be great, might not, I don't know. I can't help but prefer my mother tounge. After those guys two other guys hit the stage: one's got a digeridoo, the other one a sax. Using a tracker with maybe only 8 tracks or something repeating what they play and a few beats and claps managed by a third guy they improvised some really impressing music of a kind I've never heard so far; quite impressive. While they're playing a guy dressed like a dressed up girl sitting next to me asks me if I wanted to light his spliff. Yeah sure, thanks mate. Damn effective stuff. After this great soundshow they put up an auction, selling any kind of things, manly paitings. One quite small one on wood sells for 150 Dollars. Good for the purpose of the party. This guy next
Capoeira
was the one thing that facinated me most to me hands me another one. boah... Factors start combining. These herbs, the beer and most of all the fact that a horrible coverband starts playing slow bloody rock ballads and stuff like that make me soon fall asleep in a very comfy armchair...
My subconciousness detects breakbeats and wakes me up. Huh, thanks a lot! It's a very mixed set we get to hear: flowing in 90 minutes from drum'n'bass to at first more and than less and less transparent breakcore to hardcore to very experimental something to musicnomorecore to imgonnakickyouintheface (not funny any more). Mari arrived with a few other guys I met after the illeagal warehouseparty the other day and they told me that they've been on a breakcoreparty just down the road. Really great news; as if they couldn't have told me earlier. Another DJ starts and it's no more than cheap techno now and he makes mistakes mixing and it's all quite unplesant to my ears so I soon decide to leave. It's 'bout six or something.
Brazilian Festival
After I was asleep for pretty much the most of Saturday you might think I should be fit and ready for a new session
on Sunday. Instead I feel that I won't be very well soon. But a headache that tells you that you don't have much more than 12 hours any more could either make you stay in bed 'cause common sense tells you it'd be better for you or it can make you hurry up and try and use the time you've left 'till you can't walk anymore.
That's exactly what I decided for. Well, not exactly... leave out the hurrying. Because it's no earlier than two o' clock that I arrive in Sydney, although the festival began at 9 in the morning. It's in Tumbalong Park and it's free of course. It's no great deal, as it's only one big stage but nonetheless there're thousands and thousands of people here (heaps of Brazilians of course). On the stage there're performances of Brazilian music, dance and capoeira. I meet other couchsurfers, Phil, Markus (Saxony is everywhere) and Marie from Rio. We natter the whole day, whatching and listening to the performances on stage. It's a beautiful sunny, hot day, giving me a foretaste of my visit in Brazil.
Afterwards the four of us walk through the streets and talk and talk and
they keep taking photos of everything. Definitely a great day but for me it was too much sun and too few water and all the walking was now the final straw for me. I decide I have to go back. I catch the train at 20 to 7 and luckyly Josh caught the same one comming from work, bcause I can't stand anymore and my head is exploding and I wouldn't have managed to walk through Wollongong.
Yes, I'm dead, my 12 hours are over. The next days won't be funny.
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micha
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ja ja die grossen bierflaschen in portugal waren schon was feines..! :-) liebste grĂ¼sse vom *corepartyzentrum leipzig!! :-D