If my work mates ask what I did on my weekend I'll usually tell them I went to a party and camped with a few(hundred) mates.
The term Doof probably comes from the poor farmer whose tranquil lifestyle is disrupted by subsonic thumping that travels 10km through his walls for 72 hours straight.
To be fair doof's are nothing like English raves, even outdoor parties that get thrown by hippies. For starters there is usually a spiritual blessing before the first sunset where you hold hands in a circle and spin around while a white witch or indigenous elder might burn sage to cleanse the gathering. I don't buy into the spiritual side other than enjoying the opportunity to meet strangers and connect with old friends before getting dirty on the dance floor.
The scene I attend is also family friendly, with loads of kids of all ages. There are drugs of course, but you'd be surprise how many people are sober. Messy punters get looked after and ejected if they don't take the hint. Often the music stops mid event so that everyone in the camp forms an emu parade across the site, picking up rubbish and tidying the land. Compare this to the mess punters make at most music festivals.
The vibe and good will of most doof's I attend is such that the communities who happen to host them actually welcome the circus each year, particularly as we usually make an attempt to stop in the small towns and injected needed money into their economies. It's not unusual to have local farmers show up on their horse or tractor to see the commotion, and still be there the next morning cooking breakfast with you.
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but were handing people over to the OB if they did
