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Hideout Festival Day 1



Hideout proper opened with a Papaya pool party.

Long gone are the laid-back gatherings of several hundred entrepreunerial strangers who dragged themselves out of bed to lounge on Papaya’s chairs and get a bucket of beers in as there were in 2012. Heidi’s Jackathon saw every flat surface – the pool, the stairs, the roofs, the chairs, the backs of chairs, the railings, even the DJ booth utterly submerged with maybe 4,000 glistening bodies. A sea of rock hard abs, short-shorts, perfume, friend-group-synchronised strappy tops, cocktails and serious attention-to-detail. The girls had also made an effort. The place was humid with sun lotion and heated hormones. Heidi herself was straight into character, knocking back champagne, playfully slapping at photographers that got too close, and pouting up to Iphones leaning over the booth.Over at the bar, DT got talking to a walking fridge. “I work 50 weeks a year, I just work and gym, that’s it, that’s my life. Then I come here, and for one week, I’m like fuck it!”  he explained, carrying a bottle of belvedere over to a table as all around us the place vibrated with pounding kicks and chopped vocals. Meanwhile over at Kalypso a newly fitted out pool was a sea of foam and fist-pumping as Friction stood hot under a piercing sun spraying smoke and drops to another venue at instagram levels of saturation. Linguistics kept the crowd baying between build ups, offering Jager to the first group of people on shoulders, the first people to cannon ball into the pool – and apparently honouring it, frequently jumping off stage to head to the bar, mic still in hand. The last we saw of him he was on a tatted-shuffler’s shoulders shouting ‘Who wants more Jager?’ We tried to interview Mistajam. Mistajam literally ran away. We left. When we returned it was 1am and main stage Papaya was building. A sunburnt and but alert and anticipating crowd fell into uniform bounce as Apollonia commenced their Back-To-Back-To-Back madness on a sea of purple and blue down lights, lasers darting among Papaya’s tall palms and sleek VIP waitresses.  Today’s Random Fact – Source – Cassy “You can learn a lot more about DJing from being in amongst the crowd than actually being on the decks.”

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Grahame Farmer

Grahame Farmer’s love affair with electronic music goes back to the mid-90s when he first began to venture into the UK’s beloved rave culture, finding himself interlaced with some of the country’s most seminal club spaces. A trip to dance music’s anointed holy ground of Ibiza in 1997 then cemented his sense of purpose and laid the foundations for what was to come over the next few decades of his marriage to the music industry.

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