Written by: Georgina Lockwood
There are plenty of ways to experience Rocking the Daisies: Walking the Daisies, Cycling the Daisies and queuing the Daisies. We found ourselves stranded in a queue of cars for four full hours while Jeremy Loops played. But eventually we were able to join in the festivities.
We set up our tent in the dark, tripping on tent strings, using cellphones as torches. Our group was easy to find – they were the ones dancing on the speakers all night. Thanks to a bout of food poisoning from which I was recovering, I was designated mother of the group. I was able to to locate people relatively easily by following mops equipped with GoPros, this year’s must have accessory.
The next day I awoke in a field of purple flowers pegged with tents. While others nursed hangovers, I nursed my curiosity for Daisies and went off to explore, barefoot and alone, fields warped with arty sculptures that look as if they were part of an ‘Across the Universe’ film set.
True to the flower power days of Woodstock, Rocking the Daisies was equipped to promote causes. GreenPop was there in full flourishing force. The Hemporium provided you with a 100 ways to use hemp along with an African drumming circle to fine tune your sense of rhythm. You could also learn about your carbon footprint and stretch yourself into a yoga session before the morning’s gin and tonic.
Amidst all the dust and the mud, Rocking the Daisies is also as a festival of fashion with 2014’s must haves, being: onesie for warmth and general ridiculousness, t-shirts, tops and trousers stamped with white and yellow daisies, and if you didn’t have daisies on your attire then you rocked a manufactured daisy chain. The 35 degree heat saw a lot of skin being shown and the nearby dam was decked with revellers floating on lilos which I happily joined.
I made my way back to the campsite pulling out purple flowers from between my toes. Those purple flowers are called Paterson’s curse, but they seemed harmless and wonderful to me. Poor Paterson. The troops gathered and worked out strategies to watch this year’s international acts: the Rudimentals, Crystal Fighters and MGMT. The Rudimentals’ closing song got me thinking, as we sat in the relative safety of the Jagermeister tent, if I ever felt the desire to control a lot of people, I wouldn’t use violence, legislation or force; It would be though the power of song, as about 10 000 people clapped and swayed in unison.
A new personal discovery, in early hours of the morning, was Nu World Beat Club with cosy consistent beats, a cracking camp fire and bubbles where we spent the rests of Rocking the Daisies.
After the last beat dropped there was a brief moment of silence, the wind played on the tent flaps and Rocking the Daisies was over. The allure of a warm shower and a scrubbing brush became too strong and my roommate and I packed up out tent and left. We were in the car and out of there in half an hour flat.