Bits & Peaces — Festivals

It doesn’t matter how shitty or amazing the first music festival you ever attended was, it lives long after the dust and the heat and the reverberation of the bass speakers fade. Maybe it’s because those first experiences are wrapped in freedom and connection and the joyous flood of the senses where everything is hot, dusty, (or worse, rainy) and unbearable except for the fact that you are there with your friends, known and unknown, and the whole world is alive with the sound of your collective heartbeat. A lot of us were young in those first experiences, so of...