Gig Goer Confessions

I Should Have Known the Scheduled Silence

Okay, so I make music and went to my friend's gig at The Exeter. I was having such a lovely time taking photos of The Selenes, The Dandy B's and Caulfield, as well as seeing some other musos that were there chatting to me. A very kind individual came up to ask me out for coffee the following weekend and it was very loud, so I was speaking quite loudly, and in the exact moment that I replied, "Thank you so much but I'm SO GAY" there was a perfect beat of silence in the song. Let's just say I am mortified and everyone heard it and if you see this, I'm SO SORRY.

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The Pants Disaster of 2026

When I was opening for two touring bands, I decided to go shopping for a new outfit on gig-day. Pineapple Vintage (love) had a "fill a bag for $25" sale, so I took myself along and filled a bag. I found an incredible pair of '70s suit pants, got excited and chucked them in without trying them on. I went home, put a dashing outfit together with said pants and loaded into The Gov. I started chatting with the other bands, the usual banter, and then stood up and said, "Be honest, are these pants too tight?" As I spun around to show them the exceedingly snug fit of my new pants, the zip and button exploded, and I was exposed. Everyone pissed themselves and I joined in to hide my devastating embarrassment. I had to get my dad to come to The Gov with a backup pair of pants.

– The member of The Hazys with the juiciest ass

The Proposal

A year or so back, my best friend's long-term boyfriend (now fiancé) had hatched a plan to propose to her in the most epic way possible – by performing a song he wrote for her with his band at The Cranker (RIP). After months of planning, picking this gig (which she was so excited to go to), buying her the perfect ring, secretly inviting her mum to be there for it, hiring photographers and practising the sweetest, cutest song, the night was going off without a hitch. My bestie and I were right at the front of the mosh, as we did every single gig without fail, and her future husband's band started. We were dancing, singing and laughing, as unbeknownst to her, the moment was rapidly approaching. Then all of a sudden, my bestie turned to me and yelled, "I’m going to watch them from the back of the crowd," and fled. When I tell you, she's probably seen this band play a thousand times in her life and this was THE FIRST TIME she ever decided to "stand back and watch"!?! So, I start quietly freaking out. I'm trying to nonchalantly pull her back to the front, resulting in a strong resistance of "No, I want to watch from back here." Again, she's never done this before and this is the ONE NIGHT she NEEDED to be right at the front. I start yanking her arm, putting her in front of me and arguing that it was better to watch it like this, which resulted in her giving me some mad side eye and arguing with me. Thank god for peer pressure, though, because after a minute or two she finally gave up and stayed at the front!!!! The moment happened: he got down on one knee right in front of her, she froze in shock, said "yes!", jumped on stage and had the best night EVER. It was the most adorable thing in the world and I'm SOOOO glad she didn't accidentally ruin her bf's perfect plan.

– The bossy bridesmaid

Spiced Rum Jungle

When I was freshly entering the music scene, I was blessed with backstage passes to Marksenfest 2023. One of my favourite Australian acts at the time, Rum Jungle, were headlining the day, and I was THRILLED. On the day, I got to chatting with the band and they invited me to their AP, where a "death-circle" would commence. We were passing around a bottle of Fireball, going sip for sip and exchanging stories like old friends. I was confident in my 19-year-old self that keeping up with some seasoned veterans would be easy, but boy was I wrong. Eventually, I felt something brewing in my stomach, the walls of my mouth started to sweat, and my tongue got red hot. "I have to throw up now," I stammered before running out of the room, just making it to a safe space to spew my guts out. Upon my return, I decided I could indeed keep drinking and continue to impress my new best friends. I don't remember much of what else happened that night, but I apologised profusely to the St Marks groundsmen.

– Out of my depth

A Mosh Pit Love Story

I once watched the two strangers in front of me meet in a mosh pit. They made out, exchanged socials and then had an argument and blocked each other before the set even ended. It felt like I was watching Love Island in fast-forward.

– Lorelai

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