Sunday, March 15, 2009

Womad 2009

Did ya know? There be PANDAS at Womad. For the 2 hours Fred was able to withstand the heat and crowds of Womad, this moment was by far his happiest. He simply could not believe he was meeting his favourite animal ever in the history of animals.

Seasoned Womad Attendees
Ignore the culture! the rides! the music! the puppets! There be prams to push!

Farewell Panda. Till we meet again. I love you.



Spot the baby

It's Cider O'Colck

Excellent fun Jewish-y band called.... I forget. But awesome toe-tapping stuff.



At least Satine takes a good photo.

That's better! Oops the photographer sorta cut out the star attraction....

Jack scores the chocolate muesli bar.
Livvy came through with the wipes.
(And the telfast. And the panadol.)

Hippy Womad Baby.

Georgia and Satine Rock Out.


I attempted all my magical smile-inducing moves. Satine remained unimpressed.


I am wearing a totally cute top (which became a dress in the heat of Womad) which unfortunately is being masked by Satine. Good thing she is cute.
This is Flipper (inspired name there Kels). Flipper of the Annoying Whistle. Which Jack felt compelled to share with us again and again and again. Which was fine seeing as it was not like we were there to listen to anything else. Flipper is lucky to have Jack looking after him seeing as apparently his mum went to Uni one day nad DIED and his dad went to work one day and also DIED.....

Neil Finn!! LOOK! LOOOOK!! NEIL. FINN.

Behold the awesomeness of Neil Finn!

He is soooooo dreamy.

*sigh*

Pete and Liv were somewhat less impressed by the man.

Coopers + Pandas
Womad = The most magical place on Earth.



Put your hands up in the air!!!

The view of Stage 1 from Base Camp.

The View of Neil Finn from Base Camp.

Womad Parade!



All of a sudden the awesome parade turned FERAL and trampled right through our base camp. Bags, bottles, rugs and babies were literally flung aside as the freaky people and the maddening drumbeat stomped right over where we sat moments before. Amazingly Satine slept through it like the little Womad baby she is.


Base Camp demolished, we did the only thing we could: Score a table 10metres from the beer tent. Unsuprisingly as I try not to mix my expensive camera with alcohol, this is the last of my photos.
I had SUCH an awesome day (thank you livvy) even with my slightly hungover start. I ate Samosas and saw Neil Finn. Which was a particularly special moment as I went through about a year of having a huge crush on him (whilst most normal girls loved Brad Pitt), his voice of honey, and his ability to turn the most beautiful phrase. 10 years on from my Mrs. Neil Finn fantasy, I am still unlikely to miss a single word from the Recurring Dream album. So I feel so blessed that not only did he sing his new stuff, but also a few Split Endz and some Crowded House (Distant Sun, Four Seasons, Private Universe and my personal fav When You Come)

I love you Womad.

5 comments:

Beth said...

WOWOWOW!!! Great blog, Hez!!
Looks like an amazing day! xoxoxo

Geordy and Pete said...

womad=brilliant

was so lovely

bloody great blog

don't go

x

Anonymous said...

sniff...snifff....snniiifffff.... looks soooo good but i was there in the spirit of Satine being a hippy baby and wearing Aunty Vee's present of hippy green singlet! xxxxxxxxxxx

Anonymous said...

dude come on- I am so sick of seeing pandas... time for an update??? hmmmm? Vee

Anonymous said...

I couldn't be more jealous. If you weren't all so brilliant, I would say you all suck.

Mezzle