BluesFest

A week or so after our trip to Byron Bay it was Easter and BluesFest time.

BluesFest was 30 this year, a music festival held over Easter weekend attracting all manner of artists from all over the world. I have always thought about going, Lauren decided she was going this year and bought two tickets for one day.

We dithered about it for so long that we ran out of time to find any accommodation so we drove down for one day only. It meant that some people we would have liked to see weren’t playing on the day we would be there, but there was still a pretty impressive line-up.

We were quite unprepared for the conditions – nothing rainproof and completely unsuitable footwear. It poured, several monsoonal type downpours. Mostly we were lucky, and were undercover in marquees listening to music as the rain teemed down outside.

 I'm with Her

 Arlo Guthrie

 Norah Jones

We wandered about the market stalls in between and by the end of the evening (well not even the end) we were both reminded that festivals were not our favourite types of events. Why do people go to these events if they just want to talk to their friends and drink instead of enjoying the performance. Each to their own – and I’m not against their behaviour; I just don’t see what the point is. The jostling and disregard for the artist got to us in the end and we left part way through one act which we had been looking forward to and completely missing a headline act or two which were scheduled for later.

Walking back to the car we weren’t so lucky with the rain and got drenched, but at least we had had fun (for the most part) and could look forward to hot showers when we got home.