No Seriously, This is the Last One

After multiple ACL fests, an Outside Lands, and two Bonnaroos, I swore swore swore I was done with festivals. So why the hell did I voluntarily just buy tickets to one more?

It's only two days. 

I don't have to take vacation time for it.

It doesn't require hours in a car/RV/plane.

It's in Newport, RI. Compared to the sun-scorched but somehow muddy and simultaneously dusty fields of Texas and Tennessee, I think I can handle 80-degrees and an ocean breeze. 

There's no on-site camping, which hopefully weeds out a lot of the uber-hippie crowd and leaves the closer-to-normal-but-just-reminscing-about-the-glory-days crowd. It also means everyone there is in much better spirits. And probably cleaner. 

Also, Kid Cudi and Girl Talk won't be there, so maybe "the people that only go to see them" won't be there either?  Sorry, showing my age. Also, I did enjoy Girl Talk for all of five minutes last year before you realize it's just a dude on stage who hits Play on his iTunes and dances around because raking it in.

The major downside? I noticed when I was on Ticketmaster that it was billed as a "Family festival." FUCK. Children. Worse, their PARENTS.  

Oh well. Still pretty excited for it. Seeing as how almost all music today falls into one of two categories - electro-whatever or folk-something-or-other, this lineup for a "folk festival" looks pretty mainstream.