A last minute guide for the Splendour In The Grass virgins out there
Hold on to your butts.
Legendary header photo by Mitch Lowe. Article by Connor Benfield.
July is entering its third week, there’s an Antarctic chill in the air, winter is officially shit and like any true blue Aussie, you’re looking for an excuse to dance like no one is watching because they're too busy looking at their phone and pretend it’s summer again. Yep, it’s time for Splendour in the mother fucking Grass.
Every seasoned festival goer will undoubtedly have their own methods for navigating the musical mecca that is Splendour, but if 2015 is your first pilgrimage to Byron then you should heed these words. Like the A3 poster in your Year 9 Geography classroom always said; if you fail to prepare, prepare to fail.
1) Pack Smart
Get creative if you're going to try and smuggle booze in. Embrace the young drug mule that lives inside all of us and duct tape a flagon of Fruity Lexia to your stomach, for instance. And if you get caught - fucking cop it on the chin, pour that shit out, be grateful you didn't get kicked out and pay for your booze like everyone else has to. Punk.
Follow this girl. She is the key to your happiness.
2) Dress for Success
For the remaining 7 people who still argue they should be allowed to wear head-dresses, David Guetta has now made the decision really easy.
Splendour is not a fashion runway. Fellas, we can tell your rig is fully ripped from the way you fist pump to Peking Duk – keep your shirt on, it’s July ffs. Also, in case you’ve been living under a culturally insensitive rock, bindis and Native American headdresses are not cool.
3) Don't Phone a Friend
I live my life one tiny video at a time.
Leave your phone in your tent. Experience the music you paid to see with your eyes, not through your iPhone camera. If you’re worried about getting lost and not being able to call your friends, you’ll soon find out that phone reception doesn’t exist at Splendour anyway. Pick a landmark to meet at if you get separated, or go rogue and wake up with a funny story to share around the campsite the following morning. It's a way better medium of storytelling than your Insta Story.
4) Pace Yourself. Honestly.
Lisa's festival wedding was off to a baller start - her husband had already fucked off and the funnels were flowing thick and fast.
Know your limits. Even with copious narcotics at about one and a half days in you'll realise there's still one and a half days left. Never underestimate the value of eight hours of sleep. If you’re not a big drinker, don’t do shoeys at 9AM. If you’ve never dropped acid before, a tens-of-thousands-of-people strong music festival probably isn't the best place to start. Work smarter not harder, people. It’s this kind of well-thought-out festival participation that is the difference between a happy camper and a fragile, quivering mess come day three of your #SplendourBender* #YOLO**.
5) Love Thy Neighbour
These people met five minutes ago. Look at them now. LOOK AT THEM!
A festival campsite can be a magical place where eternal bonds are formed, cask wine is shared and communal games of frisbee are enjoyed. Your neighbours in the campgrounds have the ability to make or break your festival experience. So when you’re pissing on a stranger’s tent at 3 AM, howling the wrong lyrics to a Tame Impala’s Elephant (no one knows the words, don’t kid yourself), remember that you reap what you soak.
6) Don’t Love Thy Neighbour Too Much
It’s a well-documented fact that doing the no pants dance at a music festival is a bad idea. Splendour is no exception. We don't need to go into detail as to why, but just think about the logistics involved. Is it worth it? Is it worth some fuckwit filming it and then putting on the internet for the whole world to see? IS IT?!
7) Just Be Cool
Keep it low maintenance. There’s no greater buzzkill than someone whining about shit that can’t be helped. If your mates aren’t doing what you want to do, don’t be afraid to lone-wolf it and see a band by yourself. You paid for this sucker, so make Splendour in the Grass your bitch.
8) For f's Sake, Take Some Gumboots
*Only use the term “Splendour bender” ironically.
**Remember when this was a thing?