“Chuck me the water,” I whimper.

It’s day two of Meredith Music Festival in 2006 (remembered as “the hot Meredith”) and the first time I’ve ever attended the three-day, one-stage, no-dickheads event.

Music journalist Mikey Cahill crowd-surfs at Golden Plains Festival in 2010.Credit: James Morgan

I’m rough as guts, having stayed up late dancing to The Presets, Datarock, Cornelius. It’s 8am and already 30 degrees, my tent drips with condensation.

Every hour of sleep at a festival is worth double so that means I’ve had “four hours” of shuteye.
Tents are slowly murmuring to life around me, classic festival banter. It’s making my head feel a little less rotten.

A banana, an apple and electrolytes will fix me (hopefully) but first, some traditional hydration.

I slug back on the crinkly Mt Franklin bottle that’s been rolled into my tent like a live grenade and immediately something is awry.

“Ahhhhh,” my head whiplashes back. “That’s straight vodka!!”

The infamous “hot” Meredith Music Festival in 2006.Credit: Ben Loveridge

Peals of laughter rise and fall, a chorus of schadenfreude.

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Festivals are hard, kids are soft. But there is hope for Generation Z

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10.04.2024

“Chuck me the water,” I whimper.

It’s day two of Meredith Music Festival in 2006 (remembered as “the hot Meredith”) and the first time I’ve ever attended the three-day, one-stage, no-dickheads event.

Music journalist Mikey Cahill crowd-surfs at Golden Plains Festival in........

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