REVIEW: Iced Novo – As Newcastle as Miss Kim….

Laura Kebby -

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Iced Novo at The Croatian Club Wickham, Saturday 5 August.

The one thing I’m most proud of, about being a Novocastrian, is the community aspect. I think it’s something we do oh so much better than any other town or community, mostly because we are fierce loyalists. And I mean fierce. I definitely see this as a mostly positive thing, and something that’s incredibly unique to our little demographic. Over the weekend, I stopped by a mini-fest/market/outdoor extravangaza that really epitomised everything I love about Newcastle – Iced Novo. I mean, when I walked in just after 3pm, Jamie Hay was playing, at the Croatian Club, on a delightful Saturday afternoon, this is Newcastle to me.   

I literally spent the afternoon simply wandering amongst the market stalls, eating wonderful food, drinking coffee in the sunshine and listening to some incredible local music. I also spent a good chunk of time just people watching, and taking the time to feel apart of something much bigger. I’m going to take the opportunity to take my hat off to the organisers of the event for really creating a space where the true meaning of being a Novocastrian was the most important thing on the agenda. That’s a really hard thing to re-create sometimes but the vibe was so organically beautiful, I happily spent my afternoon taking it all in.

A side note: I managed to snag a killer denim jacket from a lady who was running a stall on the bowling green, and the interaction we had, really struck a chord with me. I have the upmost respect for anyone who believes in the sentimental value of inanimate objects. For some it’s a shoe box full of random knick-knacks, a strange collection of bottle caps or half written poems crumbled into pieces and carried inside a wallet. Whatever your jam, we pour emotion into these objects, and these objects reflect who we are. I’m a sucker for a bargain, and I’m also a sucker for denim. It always makes me feel cooler than I am, and I will always and forever rock the Canadian tuxedo – don’t @ me. As I picked up the jacket to hand over my hard earned pennies, she looked at me with just a twinge of heartbreak that made me want to reinforce and promise that this item of clothing wasn’t just going to end up in the back of my car lost and forgotten. It was just a really nice exchange, and in a really lovely way, made me feel more Novocastrian than ever.

Iced Novo was an incredible, community based and community orientated event, and I can’t speak highly enough of what the organisers managed to pull off. Here’s hoping they recreate the experience again soon.

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