Caroline O’Donoghue
Music festivals are off this year, of course. There is no way to have a festival that is socially distanced and still call it a festival. At festivals, you are not a person, but merely one body in a herd of cattle. It’s glorious. Everyone’s mindlessly grazing and defecating in the same field, watching with their big cow faces and their curious cow eyes. People claim they go to festivals for the music, and I don’t believe them. We go for the idea of music; we go for the break from civilisation; we go to become wild again. We go for spectacle.