As a lifelong music addict who mainlines concerts for sustenance, I've been to my fair share of music festivals, and I've seen it all.
I've been to festivals where families have picnics by their RVs, and I've been to others where young people’s crater-wide pupils make it pretty obvious why they were in the bathroom for so long.
I've fallen asleep in the forest of Live Oak and on the beach in Virginia Key, listening to the distant sounds of 3 a.m. sets I was too tired to catch. I've abandoned attempts to set up a borrowed tent missing its stakes, choosing instead to sleep in my car, only to find said tent waving in the wind a few days later, planted like a victory flag next to a used condom.
At the festivals I've been to, you're likely to be standing on a farm in yoga pants, drinking artisanal beer from some local microbrewery, surrounded by more than your fair share of Grateful Dead T-shirts.
Even as a music festival veteran, I had no idea what to expect at III Points.
Wearing a tank top and some geometric hippie pants, I scanned my wristband to enter the gates on day one and instantly got a glimpse into one way III Points would differ from other festivals I'd attended: its embrace of technology.
The festivals I've been to tend to focus on reconnecting to mother earth, an instinct we forego in daily life. I feel like my most elemental (and smelliest) self on day three of a camping festival, when my hair is greasy, no one has showered, and everyone’s lost all concern for their outward appearance.
While we had the option of Ubering back home to shower and sleep before getting up to do it all over again the next day, III Points' industrial setting felt, oddly, like a harsher environment than the farms where I've braved the elements dancing barefoot.
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Some vodka cocktails helped me warm to the setting, as did
The Sunset @ Noon stage, with its posed, neon mannequins, felt like a scene out of A Clockwork Orange. A woman wearing a silver-plated bust over her chest looked like Maria from Metropolis, and by day two I was embracing futuristic festival fashion, sans the played-out multicolored light up shoes.
Wearing deep purple tights and a tight bodysuit, I had my face melted off by Deaf Poets, danced to the gleaming
Much to my surprise, though, my favorite part of the night was going into a full-on trance while dancing to DJ Tennis at the Isotropic stage, aided by exhaustion and too many cocktails from the Stoli guys. It wasn't yoga on the grass but pounding
By the final night, after having spent maybe too much time inside the moving photo cubes outside the Main Frame stage, I watched the electronic music world that's so foreign to me and the rock 'n’ roll world that's so familiar merge on stage during M83’s awe-inspiring performance.
The irony of being nostalgic for a festival that looks to the future struck me, and as I glanced into my own future, I saw myself back again next year, ready to see a whole new set of sounds, dressed like a toaster.