First published on Groupie Magazine.
I stepped off the plane and the wind nearly threw me off the top of the stairs as rain stung my face. It was my first visit to Tasmania and it was a severe welcome. I would quickly learn that summer is a relative term here.
A car full of mates met me outside and we wasted no time with pleasantries. The car was loaded with camping gear and we headed east, to Marion Bay. Falls Festival prides itself on its remote and leafy locales and this most Southern of the shows was tucked alongside Hobart with thick bush to the North and the ocean to the South. As we drove towards grey skies we all focused on the music that would keep us warm for the next three days.