Even though the main strip of commerce at any given music festival is called “Shakedown Street” after the Grateful Dead song,I don’t think that is the official anthem of your average 3AM Bonnaroo depravity.
Now I’m no medical gas expert , but I think that nitrous oxide tanks come with a boombox that only plays this Michael Jackson song on loop.
I went to a lot of festivals in my 20’s before I retired after phish’s Super Ball IX, and this is the track that flashes me back to all the tent city fuckary on farms, ski resorts or decommissioned air force bases where drum circles and veggie burritos thrive.
I’m so glad I retired from festy times before it was the norm to have a 1080p video camera in everyone’s pocket, and my polysubstance freak outs could end up on tik tok or something.
In 2011 I stopped because I had gotten enough.
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