Oh Lost Paradise you magnificent creature, once again you’ve stolen my heart, and a few too many of my marbles. Four days of basking in the sun soaked riverside haven that is Glenworth Valley, I’m already missing my permanent coat of sweat, dust and smiles. You mustered one hell of an adventure, leaving us all recharged for the New Year.
Day 1: Condolences to non-glamping mates
We packed our road-trip playlist full of tracks from this year’s stellar line-up including the likes of RÜFÜS, Matt Corby, Little Dragon and DMA’s. As our car spiraled down into the depths of the valley, all phone signals and sanity was left behind.
And waiting for us at the bottom; a glorious pre-erected tent sitting tall n’ pretty in the Glamping Gypsy Village. With a sprawling green hillside to our left and newfound friends to our right, we had found a slice of paradise. Condolences, however, were in order to the other half of our mates who set up camp in the sweltering sun while we cracked a cold one, ready for the weekends’ antics.
The extra day ticket was bloody well worth it. LNTG, Andy Garvey and Mall Grab served up a saucy opening to the festival, as did a secret after-party held within Glamping’s splendid enclosure.
Day 2: Cool disco at Mum's place
Respite on day two was found with the gourmet pop-up trucks at Lost Village. And so began our morning ritual of iced coffee from Sophie’s Scoop and Milky Lane’s infamous bacon & egg roll (with an extra hash-brown of course). It’s a greasy hangover cure far better than your Berocca.
Friday saw the loose duos of Cut Snake and My Nu Leng command the Lost Disco stage, whilst Australia’s darling Meg Mac bestowed on us a soulful display of ballads.
Most of our day was spent holed up at Mum’s Disco, a new retro hangout spot that functioned less like a stage and more like a humble carpeted abode. Donning a couch, disco-ball and framed family portraits, the shack blasted all of mum’s favourite classic tunes till early hours of the morning. No doubt she’ll be setting up permanent residency for years to come.
Day 3: Intergalactic space women and heart felt belters
Saturday rolled around and so did our spinning heads, calling for a morning dip in the river that drifted past our campsite. Skegss and their usual rowdiness set fire to a string of crowd-surfers, and the sun speckled grooves continued as we basked in the Parisian glory that is FKJ (that’s French Kiwi Juice for your next trivia).
A quick re-fuel at Paper Mill for a legendary Spurrito (think rice paper roll meets burrito) and we were back ready Little Dragon’s mesmerising set. With an outfit like an intergalactic space cadet, front-woman Yukimi carried us into another dimension. DMA’s soon followed with heart-felt belters backed by raw spirit, and absolutely killed their midnight set. Stephan Bodzin and Jon Hopkins kept things cooking at Lost Disco for the remaining hours of darkness.
Day 4: New year, lost marbles
On New Year’s Day, Thunderfox kept the good times rolling. Announcing they were only here to “kiss Matt Corby”, they drew an early crowd with nothing but their underwear and funky brass horns in their psychedelic set.
Back over at Lost Disco, Elijah Something set the temperature to full cooked, before handing the wheel over to the boys from Human Movement. And here, my friends, is where I completely lost my marbles. Dust rose with the smoke machines, kooks scaled up doof-sticks like they were back in high-school gym class, and Eddy & Blake showed an unparalleled energy. GL supplied a natural high of funk and full body grooving, before Client Liaison welcomed the New Year in extravagant style.
So a huge thanks to Lost Paradise, for setting the bar for 2018 so high already. I may have well lost my marbles, but I most certainly found paradise.