Federalist:
I went to my first drive-in rave last weekend. After eight months of lockdowns with no live music, no live shows, and no camaraderie of the annual festival season, I expected the event to be a refreshing escape from the pandemic suppression of nearly everything that made life exciting in my early 20s.
I wanted a one-night departure from the drudgery of a fundamentally different world stricken with death, disease, and division driven worse under draconian lockdowns stripping freedoms from a public all-too-eager to hand them over under the guise of safety. A one-night celebration of what things were like in our pre-pandemic lives before being wrecked by a foreign virus bringing the world to its knees. A one-night return to “normalcy.”
There were a lot of reasons why the show failed to meet the expectations I just outlined. The stage was small, the music wasn’t as loud as before, the staff was rude, and the energy present featured a bizarre mix of nostalgia and paranoia complemented by an underlying frustration of what used to be.
In the end however, it was the penetrating reminder that things aren’t normal, and won’t be for quite some time.
The night started with all the fanfare of a typical evening preparing for the main event. I hopped in the car of some people I met on the Radiate app in Denver, a social media platform that combines the likes of Tinder and Facebook for festival-goers. We left by 6 p.m., and arrived at the racetrack near Colorado Springs soon after 8 p.m. where we then joined a seemingly endless line of cars waiting to get in moving at a snail’s pace. Each time we got out of the car to stretch out legs in line, event staff driving up and down the cars screamed at people get back in. It ultimately took our car two hours to reach the entrance, which at that point gave us merely two hours until the entire show was over.
Did the X dealer wear a mask?
Idiot loser
You get what you deserve. You want to bow down to the totalitarian, then kiss your spirit goodbye. They will suck the life out of you. You will be reduced to an empty vessel worthy only of being filled with alcohol to numb the pain of your dystopian choices.
Did they have a socially distanced Mosh pit where you had to hit yourself?
I wonder how the Juggalo’s handle social distancing at their events?
My power trio had a Halloween gig scheduled at a local tavern. We had planned costumes and I was to sing the songs in my scary Dracula voice. Our liberaL drummer emails me at 3 pm (2 hours before set-up) and says he will not play unless the tavern owner abides by the new regulations set by the county the day before. After numerous phone calls his VIRTUE SIGNALING decision stood and we had to cancel. It made me look bad to the club owner and it affected a lot of people. I’m still pissed.
“I’m not blind to the fact that more than 230,000 Americans have died from COVID-19.”
Perhaps you are blind, because the real number of Americans who died from (AND ONLY FROM) COVID-19 is a small percentage (approximately 6%) of that number, or about 12,000!
To put that into perspective, about 12,000 people die each year in the U.S. from falling down stairs!
So why aren’t we demanding that all stairs be removed immediately?
Apparently there are no flue deaths anymore.
WHO, Go Fuck Yourselves!
Whining, whining, whining…keep them soy boys whining… Raw Eyes, Raw Eyes, bone dry by the end of the trail…
@ Billy Fuster … Needs a New Drummer…