Scott Madin

one thing that's always stayed with me: there was a dirt road you walked from the campsites to the festival area, and at any time of day there was likely to be a crowd of a dozen or more fratty-looking bros, probably drunk, chanting "show your tits!" at every woman who passed by.

Wait, from the doc, or were you there?

I was there.

Oh, wow. It looked so nightmarish.

it was…quite an experience. from my worm's-eye view, it had a lot of great shows, horribly hot weather, incredibly bad mismanagement, nakedly cynical cash grabs, and (to me, at least) merely occasional spikes of awful people being shitty, until the final night's fires.

honestly there was a lot of tedium, too, long stretches where we just sat around in the darkest places we could find because it was so hot.

but in hindsight, and from a perspective of seeing how the whole thing unfolded, I can't argue with "nightmarish," either. it just didn't feel that way, most of the time, while I was in it.

I am very glad I didn't go.