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‘I just came round to see if anybody fancied coming to the Oo-loo-roo Rocks Solstice festival this weekend. There’s lots of great macropod bands on, and others too. The way you’re singing it sounds like you could play there yourselves!’
‘Thanks Wally’ Alice laughed, ‘Yeh, cobber, it sounds fair dinkum bonzer me ol’ bushie.’
So after we finished drinking our spring water we set off for the Oo-loo- Rocks festival. We were still springing, while Wally skipped. Apparently they used to hop, until Skippy got them all skipping in the 1960s.
After an hour I asked Alice if she knew where the festival was, and she said it was held on several stages in the air.
Half an hour later I saw a great sight in front of me, and thought that it must be air’s or Oo-loo-roo rock.
There were several venues up in the air, each like great roockets the size of a desert view.
We met a few of Wally’s friends at the entrance, which was a portal below the centre of the air used for the festival.
Once we were up in the air at the festival we could just settle back and enjoy the view and tunes. Bonzo Scottie really enjoyed himself there, and looked the happiest I’d seen him; looking like a butcher’s dog!
I enjoyed quite a few bands, including the Roomones, Atomic Rooster and Roosh.
Atomic Rooster had a song called Head in the Sky which really suited the setting, while Roosh’s music also fitted the venue, with songs like Fly By Night going down well.
The Roomones were pretty mad. All the members are called Joey Roomone: the singer is tribover Joey, guitarist is smokin’ Joey, bassist is guesta Joey and the drummer is pesci Joey.
Probably my favourite band were the headliners: Injured Wildlife. They are really popular in the area, with signs up everywhere. They were all dressed in black, and had the stage positioned so it was all lit up bright yellow by the setting solstice sun. It was the perfect setting for the band.
They had really socially conscious lyrics in songs like Cousin Koala Curling Up Eucalyptus and When Did You Last See a Waltzing Wallaby. All the crowd had a roousing singalong, as they knew the songs off by heart, and it was a fitting end to the great gig in the sky rookets.