A Gen X misfit wanders into the blistering chaos of Bonnaroo 2025, expecting to cover a music festival and instead finds himself knee-deep in vape clouds, serotonin depletion, and existential glitter. What follows is a fictionalized descent into cultural confusion, heatstroke, and a rave tent that may or may not be a septic tank.
Smoke, Sweat, and Salvation at the New Orleans Jazz Fest
The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival hit like a fever dream—blazing heat, blunt smoke, and a human tidal wave of sunburns and sound. Between bad covers, hybrid spritzers, and Revivalist-induced nausea, survival became the mission. Then Dave Matthews hit the stage, and the crowd cracked wide open. What followed was funk, fatigue, and chaos you don’t walk away clean from.