Rachel is a writer whose work has appeared on i-D, The Guardian, Broadly, Fusion and more. She also works as a freelance editor and translator, and dabbles in film photography in her spare time.
I’d almost forgotten how much stage banter can improve a band’s performance until Loose Tooth took to the stage at Banalarama’s season finale of ABABCd. There was a particularly well-timed anecdote about drummer Etta’s three way kiss. Don’t ask me to repeat the details, just know the onstage charm somehow made their garage-pop all the more danceable and memorable (no mean feat when you’ve got the opening slot on a line-up of some of the city’s most beloved bands).
On Saturday night at Rose Quartz Festival, I found myself staring up at the galaxy-clad sky. The glow of bright stars and clusters of smaller, weaker stars swirled around the deep blackness above. It was beautiful. I get why star-gazers do it. But instead of the tranquil surrounds of a silent, still night, all around me there were people shimmying and stumbling while a doof worm wrapped itself around my frontal lobe and pulsed in 4/4 time.
The pool party on Day One is a call to arms. You’re here, you’ve arrived: kick back, it’s time to have fun. Aperol Spritzes are served poolside and the beats are ramped up. It’s not long before the pristine pool’s water quality becomes questionable. Happy campers play volleyball and no one seems to be able to mount the inflatable fish. Other poolside highlights include the impromptu dance-off on Day Two led by some spectacular choreographers and the group-led whirlpools.