It’s Friday, and as one does on a Friday, with Friday being the most truthful day of the week (don’t ask why, just take our word), we feel like getting something oﬀ our chest… large-scale music festivals wear us out. Whew. THERE. We said it.
It’s never the music. It’s always the crowds. The huge crowds of zombies, walking from set to set, and out of the venue, herded like cattle.
Now, don’t get us wrong, we still love big music festivals — hello, BottleRock But, there’s gotta be a middle ground. Somewhere. Somehow.