This past year I went to TomorrowWorld down in Georgia, and as Armin van Buuren was closing out the festival on the final night I turned to my boyfriend and went “What the fuck are we doing?”
“What do you mean, what are we doing?”
“I mean seriously, what the fuck are we doing – we’ve spent the last three days getting fucked up in the woods as a ‘vacation,’ and right now we’re watching some dude get paid to press buttons on a stage and jump around like a baby on meth.”
“….I don’t know.”
And then we continued to watch Armin van Buuren jump around like a meth-addled baby like it was a totally normal thing to do.
In other words, sometimes I wish my dad was at music festivals with me just to act as a litmus test for what’s normal/acceptable and what isn’t. Walking around without shoes? Passable. Being 99% naked in public and not giving a shit? Put some clothes on you pervert, it’s not that warm outside.
Not that any of the attendees at Dreamscape cared, mind you – but still. What the fuck is going on?