Three days.
150 bucks.
130 bands.
200,000 people (30,000 of which will be sporting beards or boots, I would wager)
Zero chance in hell of getting me to go.
I'll spend the weekend with friends and pop in a few cds that remind me of my first Lolla, 1992, Alpine Valley (where the falafel was six dollars and the wait for a soda was an hour, and the Ministry mosh pit made a crop circle on the lawn).
And I'll remember this especially:
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