At two o’clock, the campground was still busy, and I wondered who in their right mind would pay four hundred dollars for a ticket to a music festival to sit at a crowded, sweaty campsite all day.
A group of college girls had been camped out on the side of the traffic jam giving cornrows to her friends, and as they sped away from Neon Hat Power-Trip Guy, they screamed “Fuck you!” out the window. I hate to say it, but, well, he had it coming.
On Thursday, a pilgrimage will take place. 70,000 music fans from around the country (but mostly the east coast) will flock to the Dover Speedway to experience all that is the Firefly Music Festival: over a hundred artists from a variety of genres, brought together in the Woodlands for a long weekend of dancing, imbibing, and outdoor fun.
It takes balls to lose half of your duo and then make the move into EDM, an area that’s sonically similar yet so unlike their beginnings in MySpace-era crunkcore.
Although Ruby did her best to stay true her XxHardxCorexX roots, she succumbed to the gravitational pull of iLoveMakonnen her freshman year of college.