My daughter introduced me to this music and held what we term a 'bush doof' on our property in the sticks for her birthday one year.
Bush Doof: An outdoor dance party, usually held in a remote or bushland area, featuring electronic music such as trance or techno.
I'm not quite 122
@Freija but I'm not far from my 7th stripe.
It was a great 24 hours. I had a big Barbie area set up with plenty of drinks. We also had to set up blokes and sheilas Dunnies (Toilets) by digging holes, placing seats with cut out portions, and large tarps strung around the trees. Stage areas, lighting and a camp sites. Couple of big fire pits and logs for seats. (My daughter now 26 is back with us out here again and I actually don't mind her putting on the music during the day. )
I hit the wall (fell into the fart sack) (bed) at 8.30am the following morning. Glad I did as the cops showed up 9am and my 'true love' dealt with them. Funny that, the neighbours, miles away called them in for a noise complaint. And right on time as the music stopped at 9am as was the plan.
Rule was, no drugs to be brought onto the property. Sad, but, I wasn't prepared for having stoners. Insurance/legal etc. Had a good roll up though. Something for the young generation out here I guess. Word travelled and they came from miles away. No fights, just a good time. One older lass turned up in a real actual dress. Old mate next to me at the Barbie said, "Have a gander at that!" Noice. Bit of culture. So we downed tools and went to politely assist her setting up her tent. Later her better half turned up, "Six foot four and full of muscles" Well I went back to turning snags on the barbie. I even gave them a free snag sammy each and a can of Fanta.
Fond memories and laughter watching young people express themselves dancing. Kinda the fast robot dance. Except for the neighbours on other selections who had a lot to say on social media. Sigh......So we held anoher one the next year. Same story, cops turned up at 9am. This time I was awake. "we have a noise complaint!" (good little dance munchkins had shut down.). I was settling in for a smoke on a log. I says, "Err righto, I'll tell that noisy couple in the tent over there to tone it down" I yells "Hey you cunts, fucken turn it down a notch! Everyone around can hear yer fukkin groaning." I then said to the fine officers, "There, fixed, she'll be right, do youse want a Fanta?" The Police had a sense of humour, "No she's right" and they left.
For that next day, even when I hit the fart sack the sound "DOOF DOOF DOOF" reverberated in my ears even after shutting down. Those woofers at the parties were huge.
So, thanks for the memories. A good "Doof" cures PTSD for a bit and 24 hours sober lends itself to a healthy sleep. I can recommend it.
Kind regards,
Bally)))