Suzy

Friday night at the Paleo always has certain characteristics, such as first timers relaxing after a long week of work, the lack of sleep taking its toll on the campers, the wildness and the heat all combine, and we realise that we are over halfway through the week. What I’m trying to say is that on Friday nights, we party, hard.

Around 20.15 I disappeared off to the Dome with my friend Rosanne. We shimmied our way to the front of the crowd and began to watch the hip-hop that was playing on the stage. As the show went on, the better the music got, the happier the crowd got, the more we shaked our hips, the more eye contact we established with the musicians onstage, we began to realise that the a group of topless fit Brazilian men were surrounding us. I struck up conversation with one of them;

“What is he saying?”

“I want to party, I’m going to the beach, no one will stop my fun tonight.”

“Is he famous in Brazil?” (referring to the charismatic samba/bossa nova/hip hop rapper onstage)

“Marcelo D2?!? He is massive in Brazil! Never would you be able to see him like this, with so much space in the crowd, room to dance, he very very famous in Brazil!”

And so we danced, we threw our hands in the air, we smiled and felt proud to be watching a Brazilian star. The music varied from hip hop, to samba, to rap, even to a round of the Seven Nations Army and Sweet Dreams beatboxed by one of the rappers onstage.

I spent the rest of the night by the fire and at the FC Gingins bar, listening to Massive Attack from the side and catching up with friends.

Carolyn

Last night was all about chilling, meeting people and Massive Attack. The night was relatively calm leading up to Massive Attack at midnight, which I suppose was appropriate in relation to the fact that they are such a soporific band.

There was no pushing and shoving, no invasion of personal space but space to breathe and to enjoy the music. With strange and mesmirising lyrics enveloping me, standing alone for the majority of the concert, I was waiting for one song in particular: Teardrops, arguably one of their greatest hits. Joined on stage by numerous different singers for numerous different songs, the powerful and entrancing rhythms captivated the audience. Hard hitting slogans and quotes lit up the backdrop to the band, sending messages in both French and English to the crowd. Similar to Justice earlier in the week, Massive Attack created an aura not dissimilar to some sort of enchanting cult experience.

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