It’s raining, mud is covering me from my waist down while thousands of crazed teeth grinding maniacs run around me screaming “Where’s all the gum? I need some more gum!”
All this I get for the price of $185.
Whatever happened to the day when you could pay $90 for an all-day ticket to watch live music when the line-up consisted of high-profile international bands, and the crazed gum-munchers would leave you alone? Those days seem to be well and truly gone.
What I want to know is how can the organisers of these events justify taking advantage of the tens of thousands of young people who have likely had to save up for an entire year just to be able to afford a day out, when the festivals rely primarily on volunteers and the quantity of popular international artists seems to be dwindling?
It's supposed to be all about the music. But the sad fact is, many young people don’t even care who’s playing. They just want to mingle in with the crowds, even if it means living off nothing but two-minute noodles for some weeks leading up to the festival. Meanwhile, some greedy insensitive person sits there in their mansion watching the dollars come rolling in, laughing at the young, under-nourished music fans desperately trying to stay alive in the stampede. They might be virgins to the scene and want to find out what the big deal is, or hope to be in the mosh pit when the joints are being passed around. And maybe, if they’re lucky, they might even get a free piece of gum.
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