There will inevitably be a moment, somewhere in the five minutes after your festival releases its schedule, where you will feel like someone just ran up and punched you in the mouth. The festival organizers must have known. They must have seen you liked King Krule and Riff Raff on Spotify, and they had nothing better to do than make you tear your fucking hair out over the decision. And please, unless your first decision turns out to be a dud, don't try and make two playing at the same time. You will inevitably miss the two best halves of each show, end up peeing along the way and missing even more time, and never find the friends that you set out to find. Just accept your fate, and take a slug out of that mystery flask that smelly dude just offered you. He's got kind eyes, so it's cool.