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Post by Josh on Nov 29, 2007 9:28:51 GMT 7
Today
Tarantula
Hummer
Tonight, Tonight
Stand Inside Your Love
Superchrist
Cash Car Star > Pieces of Me [Spears] > For What It's Worth [Buffalo Springfield] > Let There be Rock [AC/DC]
1979 (accoustic)
That's the Way (accoustic)
BWBW
United States
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Disco Town Jam
Porcelina
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sappy
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Post by sappy on Mar 22, 2008 17:59:15 GMT 7
cant wait!!!!!!
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Post by allinav on Mar 30, 2008 0:46:41 GMT 7
in before the exact same setlist from yesterday with one or two possible variations
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Post by milan on Mar 30, 2008 6:05:41 GMT 7
FYI "IMPORTANT NEWS - Gold Coast gates now opening at 2pm.
Due to the issues created by continued wet weather on the gold coast, V Festival has been forced to amend its starting time to 2pm, rather than the originally advertised 12:45pm..."vfestival.com.au/site/default.aspx |
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Post by sunky on Mar 30, 2008 18:26:37 GMT 7
Updating the list from Scott sms'ing us.
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Post by SPchick on Mar 30, 2008 19:56:51 GMT 7
Ok so the Disco jam was in response to the other stage (Presets maybe) being too close. Billy was like "wtf is that? I can't hear myself think cos of that kick drum" so of course Jimmy starts with the kick drum and Billy cracks up, and they start jamming this high tempo song. Lyrics were " I love your drugs, see my abs, see my ass, I wanna fuck your mom, I wanna fuck your dad" along those lines/ I have video of the whole thing banter and jam so I guess it will be uploaded some time soon once I meet up with Brunky again, tomorrow.
More info later, we're on a bus and covered in mud.
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Post by kimbui1 on Mar 30, 2008 22:15:04 GMT 7
Disco Town confirmed next single from the band. "Look at my ass, isn't it perfect?" This was the first time I had seen Pumpkins live and I loved it. Come back pleaseeee. Oh wait, i'm seeing them tomorrow  The set felt a little short because of the two (or three if you include Cash Car Star) epic songs that were slotted in. Billy commented that we smelt like cows and we really did. Air were another highlight of the VFEST, they really blew me away. |
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Post by foxy on Mar 31, 2008 4:17:45 GMT 7
sounds like a fun show...
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Post by Josh on Mar 31, 2008 4:30:42 GMT 7
yeh foxman it was awesome. we got there like 10minutes before the band started and i got 2nd row at the barrier to the right soooooo easily!! was awesome! and Billy was in a even better mood, smiling an everything.
During United States towards the end where hey do the heavy strumming and pause and the crowd SHOULD make some noise in the pauses but they didn't, so he started shouting "DEATH!"....."DEATH"...."DEATH"...."DEATH TO DISCO"
Superchrist KICKED ASS! Cash Car Star was AMAZING! and also we mentioned that Hummer sounded pretty good as well.
And Porcelina for the Encore just topped off an awesome show.
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Post by AlmostOz on Mar 31, 2008 5:42:27 GMT 7
britney spears was really funny, it was quite a funny show, i was so stoked to hear tonight tonight and stand inside your love.
one of my friends who came to see queens, came out thinkin the pumpkins were awesome, the solos billy did were amazing, lots of big big sound!
Oh, and watch the bullet with butterfly wings video, because thats what it was like for us at the concert, people throwing mud over the crowd from behind (i got hit a few times) and mud everywhere!
During bullet people got out of time with the lyrics, and mucked up billy. was funny.
I'm excited for tonight, im going right up the front, last night i hung back a little bit.
Was cool to see trev at robina station, and then spchick tarantula boelson and another member (forgot your name sorry!) on the way out.
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Post by Josh on Mar 31, 2008 5:58:19 GMT 7
ahhh nick! yes, we were walking out and i saw a dude with a Friends and Enemies of modem music shirt on, and i thought, hmmm nick wears that shirt, so yelled out Nick, and sure enough was him! was great to see ya at the festival and talk the show over with you. see ya tonight!
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Post by scotopic lux on Mar 31, 2008 5:58:27 GMT 7
That little improv sounds hilarious, so glad you caught it Vic, cant wait to see |
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Post by kasun on Mar 31, 2008 8:42:03 GMT 7
hey...that was a freakin awsome show last night..cant wait till tonight... but anyways iv taken the effort to upload the 2 accoustic versions of thats the way and 1979 (which i took from 2nd row - right..was there from the bigining to the end of the festival just to see em...and tarantula u B@#%@#$  u came 10 mins b4 the show to the same spot i was??? thats not fair.. kiddin  ) ...recorded a few more but they are the only ones that sound good with a cell cam.. well the sound quality of these 2 are good enough to be run through headphones and i can upload mp3 on rapidshare  of them if anyof yous want.. here we go www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpU7yWyKYfcwww.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtcpeqklpY |
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Post by Steve on Mar 31, 2008 9:06:48 GMT 7
Nice one - Sounds like a great show!
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Post by de-tec-tive on Mar 31, 2008 13:52:52 GMT 7
woah @ the mud stories, glad i didn't go to that one...
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karl
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Post by karl on Mar 31, 2008 15:37:52 GMT 7
First Pumpkins Show last night, first post on here today. Mud was shit, drunk fuck near me jumping into everybody was also shit. But the Pumpkins where awesome and better still get to do it all again on Wednesday, sans mud. Was very happy to hear Porcelina for the encore, was a little unexpected at that point and the jam before it was cool as well. ps. Had QOTSA cut in front of us in the line to go through security at Gold Coast airport, running late for their plane apparently . |
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Post by smegged on Mar 31, 2008 21:14:24 GMT 7
It Was The Best of Times, It Was The Worst of Times
After two hours drive, and an unsuccessful search for a car park we finally arrived at our destination. Well sort of. This story, you see, began when we set off from Petrie to get to the V Festival, which was located at the Gold Coast. Upon examining the map it became clear to us all that said festival was not only located at the Gold Coast, but also in a part of the Gold Coast that somehow managed to avoid being close to any civilisation. The nearest landmarks being a sewerage treatment plant, a dog pound and four separate golf courses which peppered the landscape around the parklands that housed the festival. Somewhat in denial, somewhat in hope, we naively drove straight to the festival, hoping beyond hope that there was a park somewhere within a two kilometre radius. After several minutes driving we conceded defeat then travelled ten minutes further south to Robina train station and parked there.
Then came the next surprise. When we arrived at the station and departed our trusty vehicle, we went straight for the bus area. To our dismay there was a line. Well, there were two lines. Or at least what we thought were two lines. Ultimately there was only actually one queue, which just so happened to weave its way around every obstacle at the station, ending merely half a dozen steps from the beginning. With no other viable option we moved to the end of the line and waited for our turn to ride the shuttle.
After some time waiting, then some time travelling, we finally arrived at our original destination, a mere three hours after we had left Petrie. Thankfully the festival had been somewhat delayed. Unfortunately the reason for the delay was rain from the previous evening. As we approached the grounds, a foul stench wafted into our olfactories. The ground changed texture, from hard and grainy, to soft and moist. Our approach to the entry gate was flanked by fences either side, the one on the left being signed "KEEP OUT – EFFLUENT TREATMENT". Behind this fence lay a rather large brown lake, in which ducks were playing.
Before too long we had been ushered through security and were inside the festival itself. This is what we had come for. We walked down the hill to the "Other Stage", which was in fact one of three stages designated "This Stage", "That Stage" and the "Other Stage". This led to the perplexing situation whereby you could be trying to convey where you were and what you were doing by stating "that stage is This Stage, this stage is the Other Stage and the other stage is That Stage and I’m going to be at That Stage first, then This Stage then the Other Stage," which when written makes much more sense than it does when said.
When we had significantly descended the hill towards the Other Stage another feature of this festival came to light. The stench had grown ever stronger, and the ground ever more moist. By the time we had reached the Other Stage it became clear that the ground was waterlogged in many places. In fact the ground had become so waterlogged in places that special bridges were constructed to convey people safely across the depths (which were probably only around 30 cm deep, but one did not wish to test this supposition). If an individual walks on waterlogged ground, their shoes will get a little wet. If twenty thousand individuals walk on waterlogged ground, the ground ceases to have grass and becomes an aromatic mixture of mud and water. The smell, which one assumed earlier was from the sewerage treatment was in fact derived from the crushing, treading and circulation of mud and water across the ground. Also somewhat unfortunately, water is subject to gravity and will tend to flow to the lowest point, which just happened to be the open fields in which patrons were to stand.
We began our musical adventure by trekking to one of the other stages (no, not the Other Stage, one of the... ah forget it). The band we saw were a band called Cut Copy, who were not horrible, and not great. The kind of band that one sees at the start of a festival to warm themselves up for the real acts which are to come. After Cut Copy had finished, we meandered around the venue, checking out the different shops and eventually deciding that we needed to eat something to sustain ourselves.
For the first time in my life, I understood the "five dollar shake" scene from Pulp Fiction. For those who have not seen this movie, the scene revolves around two characters (in the early 90s) discussing the merits of purchasing a milkshake which costs a phenomenal amount of money. They came to the conclusion that to be worth the money, the drink had better be the best that they have ever tasted. So it was with my meal this evening. With no exaggeration I can say that I had the most expensive chips that I have ever before had. I purchased one small cup of chips and one 500 mL bottle of water with a $10 note. The change I received was one 50c coin. The chips (remember, a small cup) were $5 and the 500 mL water (which had no redeeming features other than a generic but humorous story on its label) was $4.50. I can safely say that my five dollar fries were definitely not worth it. Nor was the bottle of water. Despite its claims otherwise, it was not the best water I had ever tasted. Nevertheless, we left the food area to hear some more music.
The next band on was Jesus and Mary Chain, which despite the irreligious sounding name I had no malice towards and wished to hear. I had heard that they were one of the better alternative bands from the early 90s era, which was generally an era of quality music. Within one song and thirty seconds I was no longer listening to Jesus and Mary Chain. They were totally awful, gave the impression of only being there for the money and had around as much energy as a pensioner after a marathon. In fact the previous worst musical performance that had ingrained itself into my memory (The Vines at the 2003 Big Day Out) was totally dwarfed by the tragic horror of the 1.2 songs that I had heard. At this point my friend and I departed with great haste towards one of the other stages.
As we got close to the stage to which we were heading, we were graced by some quite entertaining singing. The culprit was a woman by the name of Roisin Murphy. We eventually settled (after avoiding a majority of the shoe saturating pools of water) near the sound desk, figuring that we would have the best sonic experience at such a location. We were proven correct as the sound at that particular location was quite good. The whole act was good, though the almost completely see-through shirt that Roisin wore was quite distracting.
After this act, I waited and waited for Air (the next act) to begin. Forty-five minutes after they were scheduled to start I left for the Queens of the Stone Age, not having heard a single note played by Air. By this point in time the light had waned and night had fallen. I had also realised that the fall of darkness meant that it was almost impossible to miss the deep puddles and heavily churned ground. It was this realisation that gave me the resolve to move towards the front of the crowd for the final two acts – the Queens and the Smashing Pumpkins.
The Queens of the Stone Age were fantastic, playing many of the songs absent from the set which was played on Thursday night. Tonight was their concert for the casual fan, which was not to say that it wasn’t fantastic, but rather to say that they predominantly played their singles. During this rocking hour of musical ecstasy, I made my way ever closer to the stage, to the point where I was within around ten metres of the stage itself. When the Queens had finished (climaxing with their classic "No One Knows") I manoeuvred myself to be within three metres of the stage. I was within spitting distance of where Billy Corgan would be standing.
Having waited what seemed like hours (but likely did not exceed 30 minutes), the Smashing Pumpkins finally took the stage to a massive roar from the crowd. They opened with their breakthrough single "Today". The crowd voiced its approval by singing the whole first verse without Corgan uttering a note from his larynx. When he finally did open up the crowd went mad. Being so close to the stage was both a blessing and a curse. I could see the stubble on the chin of my musical hero, however I was at the mercy of a group of people who could be favourably regarded as a bunch of lunatics and morons. I was literally being thrown around, unable to control my momentum as the crowd surged forward and backward, left and right. It took me three songs to decide that listening to the music was what I came to see the band for and so I subsequently moved myself further back into the crowd. At this point I must make the observation that if you cannot control your movements on a waterlogged piece of ground after it has been trodden on for the better part of a day, you will inevitably land on an unfavourable mix of mud and water. Landing on an unfavourable mix of mud and water generally results in an unfavourable amount of mud and water volunteering for slush duty in your shoes. While mud and water love occupying shoes, the owner and wearer of the shoes is generally not too impressed by their presence. Additionally, when mud and water invade an individual’s shoes, they also tend to take a great liking to much of the rest of the shoe owners legs and clothing. Nevertheless, I would not let something as trivial as wet, muddy feet and fearing for my safety and cleanliness ruin what would be one of only two chances I would have this year to see my favourite band of all time. Having moved back by a couple of metres I had successfully avoided much of the unfavourable crowd conditions and was able to enjoy the music much better.
Too quickly the Smashing Pumpkins completed song after glorious song, making their way through classics such as "Tonight Tonight", "Stand Inside Your Love", "Hummer" and a wonderful, warm, solo acoustic version of "1979". Before I realised it, Corgan and co had worked their way through a large portion of their set for the night when the song "United States" started blaring from the speakers. The Pumpkins in traditional rock ’n roll style expanded this into a twenty plus minute epic with false endings, cobbled together riffs from varying sources (including a Hendrix-esque Star Spangled Banner) until they finally finished with an explosion of sonic energy.
Then, finally, the Pumpkins returned for their encore. After complaining of hearing the repetitive beat which emanated from the stage at which the Presets were currently playing, Billy Corgan decided to ad-lib a song mocking what he called "disco" music to the timing of the kick drum from the other stage. He had the crowd in stitches when after suggesting that we go and "beat them up" he added lyrically to his new song a legal disclaimer if we actually followed his sarcastic advice. Eventually though Corgan ploughed through his annoyance at the poorly designed venue and overlapping music by delighting the crowd with the epic song "Porcelina of the Vast Oceans". It swirled and swayed, conjuring up images of endless seas, distant loves and an enduring sense of timelessness. All too quickly it was over, and after indulging in the crowds applause for far longer than any other musician I’ve ever seen, Corgan left the stage and the night was over.
Covered in several layers of mud and stench, we made our way back to the car via shuttle bus and headed home, knowing that in years to come we would likely not remember the horrid stench or the putrid venue but holding dear in our hearts the time when the Pumpkins finally graced us with their gigantic, bombastic presence.
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Post by AlmostOz on Apr 1, 2008 14:37:02 GMT 7
hey...that was a freakin awsome show last night..cant wait till tonight... but anyways iv taken the effort to upload the 2 accoustic versions of thats the way and 1979 (which i took from 2nd row - right..was there from the bigining to the end of the festival just to see em...and tarantula u B@#%@#$ u came 10 mins b4 the show to the same spot i was??? thats not fair.. kiddin ) ...recorded a few more but they are the only ones that sound good with a cell cam.. well the sound quality of these 2 are good enough to be run through headphones and i can upload mp3 on rapidshare of them if anyof yous want.. here we go www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpU7yWyKYfcwww.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtcpeqklpYhey kasun would it be ok if i got the rs links from you? |
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Post by twilightmind on Apr 1, 2008 20:02:13 GMT 7
if you guys dont know you can save youtube vids using FLV player... awesome work Kasun |
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Post by Tragic Ether on Apr 2, 2008 10:09:01 GMT 7
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kasun
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Post by kasun on Apr 3, 2008 15:33:14 GMT 7
here we go..AlmostOz "this rs link got perfect and 1979 +rant both full songs and sounds clear from brisbane and the other 2 accoustic songs from v fest which is a rip from the 2 youtube vids..ill upload the vids maybe tomorrow.. file - smashing_pumpkins_boot.rar (20358 KB)" rapidshare.com/files/104491521/smashing_pumpkins_boot.rar.html |
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Post by Anahedonia on Apr 3, 2008 15:43:44 GMT 7
disco jam
oops, already a thread for it
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Post by boelsen on Apr 3, 2008 16:18:22 GMT 7
much better crowd and show then at v-fest sydney
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Post by sunky on Apr 3, 2008 20:10:52 GMT 7
This is Vic's Disco Town video:
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Post by de-tec-tive on Apr 11, 2008 16:53:49 GMT 7
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lamarr
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Post by lamarr on Apr 23, 2008 10:50:25 GMT 7
woah @ the mud stories, glad i didn't go to that one... I don't think it was just mud... I don't think my shoes and socks from that night can ever be saved..  |
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Post by SPchick on Apr 23, 2008 11:08:46 GMT 7
Hahaha we bought 'disposable' shoes that day and then left them in the carpark afterwards (except for Scotty, who for some reason kept his). No way I was ruining the only pair of shoes I had for the whole tour. So gross.
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lamarr
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Post by lamarr on Apr 23, 2008 11:11:23 GMT 7
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Post by SPchick on Apr 23, 2008 11:52:42 GMT 7
Bwahahaha what's going on in that last one? Michael Jackson-esque crotch grab or some kind of wardrobe malfunction? Maybe he was thinking about that upskirt photo from all those years ago.
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Post by blue_june_destroyer on Apr 23, 2008 12:43:25 GMT 7
I'm just thinking of the soundbite of Billy where he says 'I almost... pooped my pants.'
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