Wandering around the fest grounds as a an hour morphs longer between sets,
I both admire and loath the entire enterprise.
1. Plenty of water.
2. Shaded areas.
3. Tons of toilets.
But
4. The food is inedible.
5. The prices surreal ($6 for an orange juice, the only thing I could stomach)
6.The atmosphere better at a Manhattan street fair.
7. The freestyle tent amateur night out. Though that might be because the concept of mixing a set is beyond the abilities of anybody at Rock The Bells
7. The freestyle tent amateur night out. Though that might be because the concept of mixing a set is beyond the abilities of anybody at Rock The Bells
8. The paid dues tent filled with white guys and what I saw embarrassing, although the buzz was that the Jedi Mind Tricks killed.
I have no idea how anybody can see a set at a fest and think they’ve seen a set. If you are in it for the music, I don’t know how you are getting it at music fests.
And Lauryn still aint here