{"id":254001,"date":"2025-06-10T14:00:29","date_gmt":"2025-06-10T04:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.russh.com\/?p=254001"},"modified":"2025-06-10T13:10:56","modified_gmt":"2025-06-10T03:10:56","slug":"rising-festival-melbourne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.russh.com\/rising-festival-melbourne\/","title":{"rendered":"Postcards from Melbourne at RISING Festival"},"content":{"rendered":"

There\u2019s something about Melbourne in the winter \u2013 the cold wraps around you, and suddenly you\u2019re chasing foggy laneways, neon-lit evenings, and bowls of something steaming between gigs. And so when the opportunity came up for me to head down for RISING Festival<\/a> (happening 4\u201315 June) this long weekend, I was quick to jump on board. RISING \u2013 a city-wide takeover of music, art and strange little pockets of joy tucked into unexpected corners \u2013 is now in its fourth year, and gaining significant traction as one of Melbourne’s prestige music and arts events. Think: mini-golf in a ballroom, inflatable dog performers, and a sold-out one-off Suki Waterhouse show where every word was sung back in unison. For three nights, I based myself at The Howey on Little Collins, a stylish bolt-hole with just enough distance from the buzz, but steps away from the action. And by day, I drank chai in Carlton and devoured burgers in the CBD.<\/p>\n

The weekend was full, fleeting, and a little surreal \u2013 just as Melbourne, and RISING, promise to be.<\/p>\n

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