I forgot to link to artist Andrew Kuo’s fanciful graphic representation of the discomforts of the modern rock festival in the Times a couple of weeks ago. Almost nothing in the entire, dense construction could be argued about by any sensible person. Why fans put up with the crazy long lines, terrible sound, weather, horrendous travel times, safety issues, and, often, lack of basic facilities is beyond me.

(I’ve had a lot of fun at festivals and all sorts of other music events with huge audiences and meager necessities. But that’s because, as a critic, I got to hang out in the comfy VIP tents. I particularly remember fondly the original Lollapaloozas, when I’d often have reserved seats in front of the stage … and access to a box high above the floor as well. When you read a review of these out-of-the-way fests that don’t mention the crowds or the difficulty of getting food and water and such, remember it’s because the critics have those tents to go back to.)

Anyway, Kuo’s work got a couple of letters in response yesterday, one in favor, one agin. From the latter, written by Steven LaKind:

Instead of offering a real understanding or opinion (except his experience as a 15-year-old), he comes off as the ultimate insular New Yorker. Someone concerned primarily about insects and rain and unaware of new bands is hardly the ideal audience member for outdoor festivals.

I feel sorry for Mr. Kuo and his ilk; they feel so urbane, hip and culturally superior when in fact they are cut off from the reality experienced by most of the rest of the world.

I don’t think Kuo, like most normal people, was concerned so much about insects and rain as paying for the privilege of interacting with them.

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Previously in Hitsville:

The best show of the year?
The Business of Festivals
The Year of the Fest