For me, the biggest thing was the travel and time commitment to get to the festival. The long drive from Austin through the rain. Setting up camp. Being tired all day on Thursday and trying to take it easy for the long weekend.
I got some good rest on Thursday night and on Friday I was looking forward to a lot of great music. It was shitty to break down my soaking wet campsite and drive back to Austin without experiencing what I drove out there to experience.
I still had a good time while I was there. Bonnaroo is a special place and the spirit had begun to blossom. Mother nature stomped it out.
There is a lot to be said about this. Some people think this was the last Bonnaroo. People are super bummed.
I can see how some might be hesitant to make the Bonnaroo trip knowing that it could be swept away. This is the second time it has been canceled for me personally. Yet I still put in the time and money to get there.
It’s 3am here in Austin. I’m glad to have this little clubhouse here at Extra Chill. We do what we can in this world that becomes increasingly dark and scary. We carry onward and try to find the light where we can.
It makes me wonder if the festival model is cooked. If Bonnaroo can’t even pull it off, it goes to show how fragile an event of this scale can really be.
I understand that many other festivals this year went off without a hitch. But Bonnaroo is the pillar of festivals in my eyes. And the festival failed massively, and sent a lot of folks home with their tails between their legs.
