How can this be the end of Sasquatch!? It was my first time and now it’s over?
My impression? I should have signed up earlier, but probably not last year.
People camping near us gave a round up of great times. It was their fifth Sasquatch!
Why is the end of the road of a music festival Seattle embraced and embraced hard?
Rising costs and low than expected attendance is the report. Don’t blame me. I did my part by sleeping in a car for three nights.
It was part of a larger plan.
If I had been an absentee father I could say I went to Sasquatch! with my kids and their women to spend quality time I missed when they were younger.
Instead of the song about ‘When you coming home Dad, I don’t when, but we’ll get together then, son, you know we’ll have a good time then,’ I was there with a vengeance.
My kids grew up wishing I go someplace, and that ‘someplace’ turned out to be Sasquatch!.
I don’t blame the younger generation for the end of Sasquatch! I blame boomers.
“Why would I want to see bands I don’t know?”
“Why would I send three nights camping to see bands I don’t know?”
“Where is the Columbia George, anyway?”
A favorite baby boomer whine? “What do we do all day?”
Compare Sasquatch! to any other music festival but delete the view.
I hit the porto-can, walked up the hill, and the spectacle of geologic time is a stunner, even if geology, geography, and indi-rock aren’t part of your life.
Keep calm and rock on was the overriding vibe.
Finally, where else can you wear pajamas to the show and fit in?
Will I miss Sasquatch!
I’ll miss the companionship of campers, the sense of freedom women campers enjoyed absent heavy metal jackassery from overloaded bros.
It was a happy space in time I’ll carry forward.