I am reporting to you after having attended a unique phenomenon referred to as a bacchanalia – a Backyard Backanalia, originally a festive homage to the god Bacchus, (the Greek god for wine – whingeing). In modern times the backy, as it is colloquially referred to, has morphed and has re-emerged as the premiere platform for professional performance in the most personable atmosphere and all this thanks to one God no matter what he or she is called.
It occurs to me that the opportunity for the public of all ages to interact whilst eating, drinking and laughing as well as listening and watching top flight Canberra musos is an experience most (venues) never achieve. This gig is generated out of love for music and its enjoyment and is the expression of a committed few, who I am sure should one day appear on the cover of Rolling Stone.
I was amused by the interpretations being applied to the floral theme for the night, not strictly adhered to however. Transvestism featured as well as flower-headed people, you know what sort of flowers, roses, camellias, azaleas, and grass. The M.C. was dressed in ugh boots, trackies, flannelette shirt and a beanie, justifying it by saying he was dressed as a bogan villier – not many people got it as he was by himself a lot on the night.
The backdrop to the stage entailed a rather clever use of the hills hoist to create a very floral Vishnu type shrine. Even the police turned up… It was all good.
O’Conner has a history of big bashes and Saturday night did not disappoint
Not only was the presentation outstanding, the acts were brilliant with a few newcomers getting the opportunity to tread the boards – a worthwhile exercise.
Not since the Rolling Stones performed in Sydney have I witnessed a thirty year difference between the act and their fans in the mosh pit, which was a whirl with appreciative fans as well as their parents.