Antarctica has a thriving music scene, and at McMurdo, our culminating event is Icestock, an excellent outdoor concert. We had thirteen performers this year whose styles ranged from punk to bluegrass to blues to whatever Don Juan Pond plays (there’s a long explanation for it, I just don’t remember it all right now!)
In typical Ross Island style, the weather turned crummy on the day of the one big outdoor activity. Kish, our overlord of music, had to shovel about five inches of snow off the stage, and then lay electrical cables down. Yes, he’s still alive, and managed to play some great sets with his fabulous bands, despite the cold.
I came out a little late (took advantage of some sleep-in time) but arrived in time to enjoy the (musical) fruits of the chili cookoff contest. The chili chefs each got their own milvan to decorate and prepare their master recipes.

Here’s an example of one of the milvans. CHILI-LICIOUS! I don’t have a picture of Holly Troy’s milvan for some reason (sorry Holly!) but I will say Holly’s chili was pretty darn good - GOOD ENOUGH TO WIN THE CONTEST! Congrats!
I have to say, my primary reason for coming out was because I’m an official groupie of the band Don Juan Pond. (Check out the link to see a picture and the story of the actual Don Juan Pond. Beware if your mind is as twisted as mine.) DJP is made up of my co-workers and friends Jean and Jane, and their super-rockin’ bandmates Genevieve and Chantal. They rocked it out and did not freeze, despite, well, the level of clothing you’ll see in the picture below:

It definitely snowed the hardest and was the windiest and the coldest while these chicks were playing. But they are HARD CORE and did their whole set just like this.
YES it is all about the band!!

Here’s a nice shot taken by Daniel from the stage looking down at the crowd. I am actually in this picture - I’m sitting on the porch of the Carp Shop’s Sawbucks having my cuppa coffee with the infamous “Carp Sauce”, chatting with my friend Danny (who lives in Buena Vista and is one supercool old hippie.)
That night we had a “Sex and the McMurdy” party - all gals except for some “special guests”. There were cosmos, lots of fun and laughter, and…well, I can’t say it but it starts with “s” and ends with “trippers.” Female bonding at Mactown is an amazing thing.
New Year’s Eve was quiet for me - the next day was a workday. I did stay up and rang in 2008 with a nice glass of port and lots of love and good thoughts for everyone!