The Axemen were supposed to play the Neon Picnic, back in ’88.
I was realy looking forward to playing at the legendary Sweet-waters site. I was not lucky enough to have been at any of those fore mentioned events.
The headline act was supposed to be The Big O (Roy Orbison) so you can imagine how much I was Looking forward to seeing him in person and perhaps even meeting him, but alas it was not to be.
I have no idea of how it failed nor do I care. It did fail and these peace loving hippies who clapped at this other peace loving hippy who chased me and beat me up must have thought that it was my fault it failed. All I did was in my hung over state, the following morning, walk in on them peace loving house-truking(mouse-f**king) dirty hippies and asked where the coffie was.
How was I to know they were having a meeting about their miserable failure, I mean they were not even saying anything, they were all just sitting around in silence.
Perhaps if I had ESP I could have figured it out. After the asshole beat me up it cheer up those horrible hippies and they all clapped as if they actualy achieved something. All they achived that morning was my eternal disgust at supposed ” live in harmony hippies?’
I guess everyone needs a scape-goat. What they needed was a bath and then perhaps people would have taken them seriously and not just hurried them on pretending to say yes just to get them out of sight (and smell). So the Neon Picnic will always be known as the Non Picnic.
1) Feelin’ kinda sleepy, needed Caffeine-tine attention,
stumbled in on mad hippies, ten beat me with a truncheon,
“All i needs a coffee, man, no need to turn sour-
all you dudes with bad-vibes, hey what about Flower power?”
Tie-Dye, Tie Dye; Hey, all i need is some Wide-eye,
long haired sleazy bastards, i don’t need no Bye-byes,
all i need is some wide-eye….
2) Peace and love and all that stuff, big generation gap,
you go on about freedom, but what you talk is crap;
your kaftan’s and your love beads , behind these you can hide,
being beautiful is far-out man, when theres Nazi’s deep inside.
3) All the world hates yuppies, at least they make big bucks,
all you’ve got is V.D, spread it on in your House-trucks!
Words by Steve Andrews Music by Dragan Stojanovic
those mousefuckers sucked indeed!
however it wasn’t all bad– those Cassandras Ears chaps were a bit of alright, nudge nudge, don’t tell the wife
Dragan, do you wanna re-record this song? we could do it as planned via phone. it would make an interesting alternative version anyway!-Cheers – Luger.
Thanks for the lulz…neon picnic, what a fucking shambles! Flew up to AK from CHCH, stayed at the Red House for a night, somehow got to the campsite .
I remember Dragan getting a punch or two from some feral hippies in house trucks…(you did wind them up a bit).
Don’t remember much else than how fucking hot it was and Little Stevie doing a cover version of ‘Faith’ by George Michael.
And those masks we were all wearing, wtf was that all about?
Better late than never – After a phone conversation reminiscing with my sister tonight I Googled Neon Picnic (non picnic) and ended up here and have enjoyed your tale pretty funny ‘haha’ – thought you might like some extra titbits to add to it… It got cancelled because they hadn’t organised POrt a Loos and were interviewed on TVNZ (I watched in cringe horror) – the stupidity of it all – but I made a modified trip with a friend anyway in my AP5 valiant that had just lost its reverse transmission so spent a week up the Coromandel with no reverse and had to park anyplace we could move forwards HIlarious with a smidgeon of unintentional irony Haaaar de haar haa MWhaaaahaaaha – damn those psuedointellectual hippy losers – and violent too!!! Keep up the posts…:)