Happy New Year world wide web. Although it is January 14 already, we haven’t seen you or spoken with you since last year. We’ve been busy in the early days of January working on the hectic but great Sydney Festival First Night which happened last Saturday, so we’re now finally getting around to giving you an update on our New Years Eve weekend at Peats Ridge Festival where Campfire Collective presented Campfire Comedy shows, and a once off Campfire Stories storytelling show.
Campfire Comedy took Sydney’s best alternative comedians, packed them up in a red polka dot rucksack and delivered them direct to the stage of the Boudoir De La Fox theatre tent at Peats Ridge Festival 2010. We were thrilled to go camping with the Campfire Comedy troupe of Nick Capper, Jennifer Carnovale and Madeleine Culp (aka The Cloud Girls), Eric Hutton, Shane Matheson, and Ryan Withers, who threw out smash hit show after smash hit show, with four shows across the weekend, two of those as the official entertainment of the Green Fairy Absinth Hour, plus hosting for a few ‘cool’ bands on the Underworld stage.
The morning of Festival Day 2 Campfire Stories took to the stage of Lolo Gypsy Caravan in the Wonderland garden. Despite nearly forty degree heat before midday, a solid crowd turned out to hear real people tell true stories of their own lives. Michael Cullen told of morbid curiosity and a dead pet cat, Gareth Boylan shared a story of a fugitive Ram, and Shane Matheson told us about carrying a pet rock around for a decade as a dare. Special musical guest Cody Dillon shared songs and stories from his recent adventure in the American heartland, and Nick Capper was our perfect MC.
To close the festival, we had a few drinks, a boogie, and went back to tents at various hours of the morning, probably all thinking the same thing, what will 2011 hold?
Well, for me it held waking up to the sound of faint cries for help from the bushes, and the discovery that a blow up doll had inexplicably arrived in our camp. In a tired state, a few nearby campers had the following conversation.
Camper 1: Did you hear someone calling for help? Camper 2: Sort of, but it didn’t sound that desperate (joking) if he did need help he couldn’t be that injured. Camper 1: Yeah (not joking), sounds like a recently broken ankle.
So, I went for a venture up into the bushes, threw out a cooooooooe or two but all I saw was a human poo and a woman with a sarong peeing standing up (she kind of used the sarong like a shower curtain).
A few minutes after I returned we heard that a man had broken his ankle in the bush. His friends had sought help and a helicopter was on its way in to evacuate him. Our campsite had become the landing zone, and we’d all seen enough Vietnam films to know that it gets real windy, so we all packed up camp in a hurry, and left, saying goodbye to 2010, and goodbye Peats Ridge Festival.
We have hours and hours of video tape gold in the can, and will have some footage of our Peats Ridge Festival 2010 for you soon. For now, here are some pics!