Every year as the summer festival season approaches, I’m inevitably asked, “Are you going to attend/cover Bonnaroo?” Actually, most people don’t ask so much as take it as a foregone conclusion.
They assume, not illogically, that because Chattanooga is just 70 miles away from Manchester and because I love and write about music that, “Of course, he’s going. Why wouldn’t he?”
I almost feel bad about disappointing them.
Maybe it’s sacrilegious to say so, but as excited as I generally am about the lineup – this year’s being exceptionally rife with killer artists – I have little desire to actually go to Bonnaroo.
Part of the reason boils down to timing.