Strawberry Fields
A three day festival that John Lennon would probably consider an auditory assault takes over the bush.
Overview
Last month the phrase 'bush doof' finally made it into the Macquarie Dictionary, allaying any fears you may have had that you in fact hallucinated up the whole beautiful mess of last year’s Strawberry Fields festival. While Grade 6 camp youth leaders wielding bucket lunches and electrolyte-filled beverages have been telling us that nature is beautiful for years now, this three day celebration of art, sound and creative expression, really adds credence to their argument.
When you get past the absurdity of a heaving throng of ex-private school kids sporting more bindis, henna and technicolour than a Bollywood blockbuster, the event has a lot to offer. These things include free tickets if it’s your birthday, an installation by the collective who once fashioned a 50-foot-tall jungle gym based on the geometry of two overlapping stars at Burning Man, enchantingly repetitive and infectious music that will get under your skin and refuse to quit, and according to the website, the chance to “lose your sanity and find it again”, all in time for work on Monday morning. Alas, there's still no word on The Beatles' comeback.