is not the front row, nor is it the middle, surrounded and packed in with all of the wriggling bodies. No, you have to go further back, past the point that ends the “pit” section of the crowd. I like to sit right behind the performance artists. I much enjoy watching their colorful hoops bounce around, as apposed to the writhing of the crowd or the hovering over of a laptop on stage with an over the top video show. Nothing makes me happier than someone spinning poi right in front of my face as I lean against a tree; my own private show.
No, my favorite place to exist at a festival is right with the performance artists. The hoops, the poi, the rope dart, the devil sticks, the fire-breathing, the madness.
THIS JUST BLEW ME AWAY