I did a count about a year ago with a mate and we tallied up that we've been to over 50 different types of festivals around the world, which says more about my misspent youth than I'd like it to.
Harbourlife is one of my all-time favourites, mainly for the small size (5,000 people, compared to 50,000 for your Big Day Outs) and unbelievably scenic locale in the Botanic Gardens at Mrs Macquarie's Chair with the harbour water glistening right there like God's own swimming pool, but also for its low tolerance for dickheads and giant steroid-munching gangs of intimidating dudes there to pick up da wimmin, bro. My fondest memory was a few years ago then they implemented a "Shirts On" policy, and watching a bunch if shirtless musclemen ejected from the venue by police, to cheers from the crowd. Reclining on the grass in the sun-dappled shade under a palm tree with Flight Facilities dropping bombs is up there with the best summer experiences going around.
One day I want to make a friend that owns a yacht so I can sail it in and dock off the harbour wall and do Harbourlife that way. Because dorra dorra bills y'all. Or, you know, some approximation thereof. read more