*crickets*

The "hard techno" may still apply; I don't even know if I'd classify this as twee-pop, just a really shitty song. I fucking hate burning man. I used to live with a bunch of burners and fest kids who couldn't make rent because of the 0 (VERY low estimate for Burning Man, 0 for Bonaroo, etc. etc. before the drugs, gas, etc.) and they're like "why don't you go man?" Because I didn't lie to my parents that the money they're giving me isn't going to rent. That's why.

I always thought burning man was just frenchtek or shambala but in the desert. Guess it's just a really expensive version of those two.

The ironic thing is that once you get inside the gate with you're 0 ticket you're not allowed to use money.

Wait, is "fauxhemian" actually a thing? How the hell do you determine bohemian authenticity? "I'm sorry, but we have photos of you composing poetry while NOT sleeping in a filthy rain gutter outside a Paris nightclub, and there is conclusive evidence that you were once sober for more than 45 minutes. You're suspended, lieutenant! Turn in your absinthe flask!"

It's like the Pulp song Common People. Girl wants to live with the dregs but can call her dad if she needs to.

How's the currency free thing work at Burning Man? The people I talk to about the festival are genuinely good friends of mine, and I don't want to offend them so I just respond with "cool!" and don't really ask condescending questions. Unlike the people I mentioned above, these people work their asses off at Bars, Apple Stores, etc. saving up for this the way I might save up for a new bike. And like I say, to each their own. Some go to GotJ, some go to Burning Man.

But so.. once you're in there, everything like booze water and food is free, right? What about drugs?

you said it.

Forgot my stars

Yeah they have a patrolled perimeter and night vision.

you can get dropped off two miles away though, take off all of your clothes, drop acid and run towards the lights tho

they will just think you got lost.

i havent been to burning man in 9 years. it's sorta white. plenty of asians and latinos though. Or do they count as white people now too?

Well, I learnt something.

Oh yeah. I always thought about that. Do they let people leave the premises? Because it would be pretty easy to come up with an excuse that the wristband or whatever was strangling you but your friends are inside. Pretty soon they'll probably start using those neck collars from Battle Royale.

err, Really, that is. Sorry, acid flashback.

fuck you. I hate you.

Naa, just playing. Any notable stories?

Dance Dance Immolation. Put on a heat suit and played DDR that blasted me with fire when I fucked up.

They burned a giant wooden oil derrick by creating a hydrogen bubble and igniting it, making a giant mushroom fireball that I felt the heat from half a mile away.

Met some interesting people, both good and bad.

I went expecting to hate it, dragged to it by friends. I had a great time because I expected nothing, thus my lack of expectations enhanced the experience, I think.

That sounds like fun. There's a whole bunch of these things, at least in Portland at a park by my house during the summer, with Bike Jousting, floats, lots of drugs, etc. Ironically I got kicked out of the park for hiding a friend's bottle of wine under my backpack while a guy 10 feet from me was holding up a sign asking for LSD, so the freedom without a curfew (not to mention the creepers) would be a lot of fun. I mean, I'm sure there's creepers at Burning Man too, but that's a lot of money vs. walking into a public park filled with half-naked girls.

If someone gave me 00 and told me I could only spend it on a festival, I'd definitely choose burning man (GotJ would be a close second, as I would do a poeTV expose for you fine folks) the only festival I ever went to was Pitchfork, mostly because my ex and I never had a honeymoon. I was excited because Slint was reunited and played all of Spiderland, as well as Sonic Youth doing Daydream Nation and Gza doing Liquid Swords. Then a whole bunch of bands I'd never heard about, cramped like sardines in a Chicago park. I don't really remember the music, just finding some friends I hadn't seen in a while and playing poker on the grass, drinking (relatively) cheap IPA. It was fun, but nothing I couldn't do at home.

Okay, so that's an interesting analysis. Don't know if it matches the facts, but interesting nonetheless.

How dare you question my facts! There's a talking spider that can confirm all of this.