Last Friday, the heavens opened on the EDM pill munching super-fest TomorrowWorld, turning pristine grassy real estate into somewhat of a mud pit. Organisers and festival goers alike, surprised that mother nature doesn’t respect the authority of dance music did not deal with this change in environment particularly well.
As the rain continued, the car park, located next to the festival, started getting a tad on the boggy side and it was decided that an alternative carpark be opened some 9 miles away from the festival site. This was all well and good until the roads used to shuttle gurning kandikids back and forth turned into unusable slop tracks, meaning anyone looking to get back had to walk nine miles to get to their cars.
To make matters worse, fisticuffs broke out at the site when the organisers shut down the pick up section for Taxis and Ubers, leading to some pretty negative vibes all round.
Come Sunday and it was an all out PR disaster for the folks running the show. Day passes were canceled and only people camped at the site were going to be allowed to enter the festival. As the rain continued to pour it was decided that all transport in and out wasn’t gonna happen, so some teary kidiwinks had to make the decision to either camp on Sunday night, or walk, what is now (unironically) dubbed “The Trail of Tears” back to the car park.
On top of all of this the volunteers that stewarded the festival were (shockingly) not incredibly helpful to party goers, and basic toilet facilities and water were pretty much inaccessible for a large amount of attendees.
3rd world or @TomorrowWorld? Idk the difference except I paid $500 for a ticket to this….. #TomorrowWorld pic.twitter.com/KnZdaqJNwg
— pocahontas (@EDMPocahontas) September 27, 2015
While, overall, it would appear that this entire festival was a disappointing washout, it was the reaction of the entitled millenials that really stuck a puke cherry on this shit-sandwich. Not only was the walk back to the carpark compared to the genocidal Native American relocation march, there were others on the site complaining that the conditions were “third-world” and akin to living in a refugee camp. You know, so long as those refugees had access to fold out chairs, shelter, lots of booze and a cheeky like of coke every thirty minutes.
Some took to twitter and reddit to complain about the conditions on Sunday night after they made the stupid decision to walk several miles to their car rather than sleep in their perfectly functional tents. This led to a lot of miserable, soggy ravers having to “sleep” on the cold wet ground, making everyone very grouchy and leading to more complaints about the inexcusable inhumanity of attending an outdoor festival and being rained on.
Overall, this whole weekend was pretty shocking for all involved, and both organisers and complaining 20-somethings should have a long hard look at themselves in the mirror before attending/organising a festival like this again. Yes you’re going to be mainly outside at a outdoor music festival, yes it might rain and no that doesn’t make you a suffering refugee, living in a third world shit hole that’s comparable to one of the darker moments of American history. And that fact someone has to say that is pretty fucking sad.