I go to every festival thinking I’m going to leave with something profound to say, but I always leave festivals sunburned and exhausted and with nothing to share.
I go in thinking that I’ll capture stunning photos and videos and create some amazing content. I get there and take one picture and then my phone starts dying and it’s too bright to see what pictures I’m taking and I end up behind the tall guy wearing a damn Pharrell hat and I take a cell phone video with the camera facing the wrong way so it’s just three minutes of me looking sunburned, exhausted, and miserable while a new Grimes song plays in the background. Whatever.
I don’t know why I keep thinking it will turn out differently. I have social anxiety, I hate being smothered by a sea of sweaty people, and I’m terrible at planning things. Still, every year I go to festivals with the intention of covering them, and every year I fall back on some stupid lists of the best and worst acts, like anyone cares.
This year, fuck it. This is that raw, uncut shit. These are all the notes I wrote in my cell phone while trying to plan coverage. Is this journalism?