It’s the inevitable thumping in your lungs from the bass. It’s the uncontrollable smile that appears across your face. It’s the lyrics to all your favorite songs, and losing your voice by the morning from screaming all of them. It’s the new band you discovered, that you see on Billboard’s charts in five months. It’s the friends you make by complaining about the heat or making bets on the set list. It’s the fact that once the group takes the stage, the sweltering heat becomes irrelevant. It’s festival season.
The first real music festival I attended was Lollapalooza 2013. I saw Vampire Weekend, Two Door Cinema Club, Wavves, Palma Violets, Knife Party, The Vaccines, Grizzly Bear, Half Moon Run, Major Lazer, Alt-J, Skaters, and many more — all in one day. That was when I discovered the magic of the music festival. I had never seen so many bands or portapotties in one day nor had I realized what I was getting myself into. I was only 13. This was the start of annual pilgrimages to Lollapalooza in Grant Park, Chicago.