Our very special guests this year include…
SYDNEY: Bob Log III, Stereogamous, Donny Benet, Gooch Palms
GOLD COAST: Paul Mac, Hey Geronimo, Bob Log III, Evil Eddie
ADELAIDE: Paul Mac, Lady Strangelove, Allday, Dr Piffle and the Burlap band
MELBOURNE: Chicks on Speed DJ Show, Bob Log III, Zanzibar Chanel, the Stiffys
PERTH: Chicks on Speed DJ Show, Boys Boys Boys!, Skank MC, Tomàs Ford
…as well as the following show stopping moments amongst all the music
BREAKFAST OF MORONS
Nutrigrain, pajamas,warm beer and stale cigarettes. Join your hosts and local DJs as they ease you into your big day with some low level abuse, games, tunes and general chat.
BOGAN KARAOKE
Let your inner bogan run free as your host Aus G invites you on stage to belt out an Aus Rock classic from there extensive library of 10 songs! With some very average prizes on offer things are bound to get pretty loose.
XTREME FOOD OLYMPICS
Calling all aspiring Masterchefs, Foodies, gourmets and half wits!! We invite you to partake in chili eating challenge, Taco throwing comp, live worm eating contest, mystery cocktail sculling and for the kiddies a gentle game of bobbing gherkins.
…and Lilypad segments
FREAK FACTOR
Ever wondered what happened to all the losers that never made it to the finals on x-factor and all those other sadistic tv talent shows? The ones that everyone thought were brilliant but were brutally cut short by those fascist kill-joy judges? Well, we’ve tracked them down and are giving them a second chance at glory!!! Thats right a highly coveted 5 minutes on Lilypad! So come check out all the talented nobodies, be they contortionists, swordswalllowers, cross dressing warblers or cheap robbie williams coverbands!
LILYPAD HOUSE PARTY
Calling lilypad party people! …..Everyone knows the best parties are house parties and after all these years at Lilypad we know how to throw one! Be lifted out of your mid afternoon flat spot and join our resident and surprise guest djs, dancers, trannys, food cannons, bubble machines, fairy floss canons, strippers, stilt walkers, confetti bombs, smoke machines, fireworks, lollipops, lava lamps and lasers, as we host a mad disco-metal-boogalooo-grindcore–balaeric-booty shakin-foot stompin stark raving bangin house party just as your lemon sherbet bombs are kicking in! Hosted by Duckpond (PS…. only joking about the lollipops and lava lamps!)
ARSE-ART FESTIVAL
It’s the hot new viral medium for artistic expression- the bum! Due to overwhelming demand and enduring fascination with the human booty, lilypad presents a cutting edge cultural blockbuster, The ARSE-ART Festicle! Bringing together the finest of Australias visual artists and um….er…. arses. For the cultural edification of all our art loving punters, we will be selecting the finest of all arses, of all shapes and sizes, from pimply to flabby to tight and beyond, and skilfully adorning them with coloured liquid and a hairy stick! The best painted arses will go into the draw for an amazing prize – a years supply of dunny paper and a pack of wet ones to clean the paint off! National winners will be announced on our yet to be created arse-book page! Hosted by Larry Kronick JR
About the Lilypad…
The Lilypad was born out of boredom and fear for our lives. In 1993 we were charged with the brief to give festival goers at the Big Day Out to give punters the impression there was acid in the beer, we roamed the crowds in 40 ° heat in bear and chicken suits, and had the uncanny knack of irritating the shit out of some of the world’s heaviest Rock Gods, to the point where half the Ramones Wanted to punch out our lights.
In 1994, we decided to make our home base for irreverent madness out the front side of the festival, asking the big hairy scaffold boys to build us a stage out of wood and metal, that we adorned with velvet curtains , soft toys , inappropriate soft porn portraits and clocks that showed the time in our favourite Other parts of the world.
Loosely called “the Silly Scenario Centre” we had a chocolate wheel with condoms for prizes, and an open telephone line where our audience could call anywhere I the world and usually just to try an find out where there buddies were. We borrowed – stole records from our mums and dad’s to play on turntables we had’nt even seen before.
Hundereds of hundreds of people walk past our stand in Auckland, Gold Coast And then Sydney, with bemused looks on their faces as four goons and a couple of their close friends danced to Stetasonics’ “All that Jazz” .. if there was a gag, no one really got it. Sattelite Sam played his clavinova with sea and string frills. Then the magic penny finally dropped.
An out of work and out of talent ne’er do well with a penchant for singing old rock ballads in the nude, named “Sweeden” did a virtuoso performance of Macarthur park wearing nothing except a soft toy strapped above his testicles. The crowd swelled, and went wild… This unifying act of nudity and the late afternoon sun inspired the party to ignite, people were dancing to more than 3 good tunes in a row, and taking their clothes off as well.
Those moments in Sydney changed our lives forever. If it hadn’t been for Sweeden, we would have most likely been shown the door from the festival scene, and in our early 30’s still had a fair chance to make something of our lives. But no, we had indeed discovered that exploring the lowest common denominators to new depths was the secret to undying love and adoration of festival goers around the antipodes’, and were doomed to the best part of two decades of madness, from which we will never recover.
There were no rules. The police in those days used to stand at the back of the crowd and look at each other in disbelief, most likely thinking, “where do we start ?” or “this is just too much paperwork” when looking on at our sex and drug addled madness.
At a time when we were looking for a more buzzy name than the Silly Scenario Centre, Larry was having his astrological chart done by Duckpond’s younger brother who said “ you typically just hop from one Lilypad to the next “ Never a truer word was spoken, and we immediately realized that we had been gifted the name for our stage “ The Lilypad”…
