It was my first Big Day Out. The year was 2003 and I had just finished Year 11 NCEA, so naturally I was an expert on blues music and all things of the soul. I had a hippie headband and sported an inflated sense of pop culture cool as I waited in line for my mid-morning hot dog.
Two hours later, I had a headache and a growing sense of anxiety about the people in the black T-shirts with the green hair, or in some cases no T-shirts, who didn't seem to know anything about the Strokes or NME, or even care. They definitely didn't have headaches, or any problem with standing up all day, running from stage to stage. I could tell because I watched them from the shade behind the drinks van, where I fanned myself with my schedule and sipped quietly on warm Powerade.
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Kiwi rockers The Datsuns. Photo / NZ Herald