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editNote: no further info as at 2008.
Date of Livid Festival at Harold Park Raceway in Sydney
editI just want to mention that I went to the first and only Livid Festival in Sydney and I don't think it was held in 2002.
I believe it was 1990 because the lineup that year was Red Head King Pin, The Fall, The Bats, The Tactics, The Falling Joys, Reels, The Go-Betweens (acoustic, not just Grant McLennan), Sea Stories, Clouds, Dave Graney and the White Buffalos, Whipsnap, Crystal Set.
The gig was infamous for the fact that US act Redhead King Pin locked himself in the toilet and refused to leave his hotel (according to the on stage announcement made by Livid organiser Peter Walsh and/or Natalie Grubleschi (sp?)) and thus never performed that gig.
From memory, The Go-Betweens agreed to play again with a few guests from other bands to end the event after a wait of about an hour. —Preceding unsigned comment added by 58.173.154.98 (talk) 11:33, 9 June 2008 (UTC)
Memories
editLivid 1996 was my era. It was the first time I had even heard Ash or Garbage, let alone seen them. That day opened my ears & eyes to a new movement in music. Garbage has since departed, but they remain as relevant & important to me as the others. All three acts are still staples of my Itunes library today.
There's been a fair passage of years, & I now live half a country away from my hometown of Brisbane. Yet, it is with unabashed sadness that I contempt Livid's demise. For what was possibly one of the best days of my life, its death by neglect moves me to tears.
In a few days, I go to see the farewell concert of the second band to walk into the sunset forever - Powderfinger. Already, the nostalgic melancholy is choking me. With Powderfinger's demise, the rift between my former self & my present one widens even further. I can still see that wild haired girl in the distance, but I strain to hear her now. It's is like watching someone die, yet the someone was once inside of me... it is my youth. —Preceding unsigned comment added by Roxanne Wilde (talk • contribs) 12:45, 10 October 2010 (UTC)