The honeymoon might be officially over, but our MMW bride Kate Crowhurst is in it for the long haul. We asked her to provide us with some thoughts and feelings about her first roll-in-the-hay as our MMW FOR LIFE competition winner… cause, as everyone knows: a happy wife means a happy life!
Kate in her official wedding pose with MMW
I had always been aware of a derelict building on the corner of Elizabeth and La Trobe Streets. Like many Melbournians, I passed this ruin of a publishing icon on the way to work each morning and pondered its possibilities. This November all that changed. The City of Melbourne performed a Frankenstein’s monster job on the site and breathed musical life into a dying building – with results more music to the ears than Mary Shelly’s novella outcome.
The real strength of Melbourne Music Week in 2012 was its use of Melbourne’s infrastructure to serve and highlight our music scene. This included a free Thursday venue hopping night, Live Music Safari, where you could take in 40 bands across 10 of Melbourne’s best music venues, finding your way through the city in a treasure hunt of music genre exploration. The use of the Argus Building as the Where?House was inspired – whilst some teething problems were encountered on opening night, these soon vanished as the venue matured into a sustainable music venue. Where else could you select a vintage outfit, grab a decent bite from a varied choice of food more diverse than pub-grub, sit gazing into the stars from the open-topped half of the building and then perhaps venture down to the light show dance-floor dungeon, where music streaming from a beast sound system??
Playing dress-ups with Retro Market at Where?House
After an organ fuelled night at Melbourne’s Town Hall, I thought the week couldn’t be topped. I had always loved Collarbones, but their set at the NGV has sustained a smile on my face that remains even now – made all the more special by the stained glass shining on us from above, the dance moves on stage, and the balloon piles. Whilst originally sitting as ornaments designed to decorate the setting, the balloons were soon picked up by revellers and thrown through the crowd, adding to the fun-filled atmosphere of being muso kids let loose in the NGV. I never thought I’d be standing in the grand hall of the NGV, watching a contemporary synth band with my legs three-inches deep in balloons. The morale of the story is clear: don’t trust musos with balloons.
We finished the week Mad Max style, strobe lights competing for our senses with the music booming through Melbourne University’s underground car park.
I should also reveal on this day that I am married formally to Melbourne Music Week, through marriage certificate and classic wedding pose photograph. Our marriage has already beaten the length of talentless twits Britney Spears, or certain reality stars who I refuse to promote…. An article released in The Age this week commented that the happiest relationships are those that sustain 40 years of marriage. As a newly-wed looking forward, if Melbourne Music Week continues to woo me with its musical muscle as it did in 2012, then we’re off to a cracking start!
