Dear Woodcock,
I don't know how to say this... but....
Since 2013 we have been synonymous with one another. A Tauranga Music Sux power couple if you will. Year to year I have thought about nothing but you. I have given you MY EVERYTHING!!!! My time, my energy, my money and all the love I could ever muster. I have bled for you. I have cried for you. I have died just a little for you. But now we must...we must... I can't say it....
Yes, we have watched and helped each other grow. You from a dowdy, sparsely attended, poorly presented backyard festival and me from that disorganised, uncouth, stubby wearing alleged racist and homophobe that grew on you like cancer. But look at you/us now, Woodcock you are the belle of the alternative, parody festival ball and I as your King have been lucky enough to share your limelight and bask just a little in your magnificent glory.
What I am about to say is going to be tough. For the both of us. But know that I love you and I will always love you. You were my first. I thought you would be my only. But I must move on. We must move on....
I am tired. Not of you. But the situation. Every year it is the same event. It's the same 40 odd bands spread over the same 4 stages playing the same songs to the same people standing in the exact same configuration eating the same vegan soup. Everything is the same. It's the god damn same. I can't tell our first year from the last anymore. We just keep repeating ourselves and I see nothing in our futures but resentment and disdain for each other if we don't make a change soon.
Woodcock, I want to see other bands. I want to go to other festivals. I want to meet other shit cunts and try other sandpits. And I know that I always said that I like the size of your festival but who am I kidding I'm a multiple and sprawling paddock kind of guy. Sure we are comfortable but I just feel as though there is so much more that I am missing out on. Who knows? Maybe I like raves. Or what if Laneways is better suited for me. I just won't know until I try...
And it's not to say that I don't see a future for us. I do, I really do. I just need a year, maybe two to find myself then I'm sure we can and will be together again...
Hey, look at me... chin up kid... Don't cry. You will be fine, there are plenty of other music promoters out there who would be lucky to have you.
And I won't be leaving till after Woodcock 2018 so let's put on a brave face and invite all our friends back for one more time up at Willies Farm. Maybe we can fool ourselves into rekindling some of our former passion. And while I know it was never about the money for us but let's charge $60 a ticket so we don't go further in to debt and start arguing about money problems again ok.
I hope it's ok but I already invited some of our favourite bands and new favourites including:
The King Brothers (Japan)
Vottones (Japan)
UCHOO-sanrinsha (Japan)
Levitating Churches (Australia)
DHDFD's (The Grave)
Palace of Wisdom
Pumice
Slumbug
New Telepathics
The Dicks
Ketsu Gey
Liberated Squid
TVX
Black Science
Day Glo Rocks
Here Lies the Homunculi
Hagseed
Repairs
Yor Cronies
Super Narco Man
The Prophet Motive
Blame Thrower
Edward Gains and the Human Remains
Threat.Meet.Protocol
Gold Medal Famous
Master Blaster
Opium Eater
The Can'ts
Biscuits
Wheatbags Anonymous
Markdown
Brightly Coloured Cocks
Bloodbags
Dad Jokes
Dead Model
Josh Durning
Jim Jones & the Peoples Temple
M.A Williamson
Ginzu and the Steak Knives
Dead Simple
Spoonfed
Plus more TBC
I will miss you. But Woodcock: We need a break!
Love always,
Scowlin Wolf
