a reply to: soulwaxer
I go to a festival every year.
It's one of the heaviest heavy metal festivals there is, and is called Bloodstock. You would have thought, that given the fact that the musical genres
covered by Bloodstock are MUCH more devoted to chaos, destruction, carnage, and insanity from a thematic point of view, that there would be more trash
generated per head, than there would be at the kind of hippy dippy, happy clappy affair that Glastonbury is.
While it is by no means the case that the campgrounds at Bloodstock are left pristine after a festival, the fact is that it is not the norm to see
THIS sort of desolation at the end of the festival at Bloodstock. You see, Bloodstock is more than a festival. It is a community of metalheads, who
get together once a year to have a blast, rock out with their proverbial male chickens out, and be together as one, to shout, scream, and mosh their
appreciation for the genres of music that we all love the bones of.
Many of the festival goers cannot afford to leave their kit behind, for many reasons. Purchasing kit once a year would add hundreds of pounds to the
cost of going, a prohibitive amount. Second of all, leaving kit lying about at the end of the festival will add pounds to the cost of a ticket next
year. Bloodstock is a very reasonably priced festival, and so we metalheads would like to to stay. It's organised by the fans, for the fans, so we
tend to look after the event, and one another, to keep costs down, and keep the festival crowd real, rather than elitist. Essentially we love the
event, we love one another, and we all want to see the same smiling faces in the queue next year, we all want to have somewhere to go next year, and
we all want to be able to afford next years ticket.
Like I say, it is by no means the case that no trash is generated by Bloodstockers. There is, a huge amount. It's also true that there are leftover
tents, but not to the degree in the video. We don't leave our kit lying around for someone else to deal with NEARLY as much as is shown in the video
above, and further to that, most of us make an effort to tidy up our beer cans and our bin bags into or next to the industrial sized bins that are
spotted around the camps, and I personally make every effort to ensure that I leave the ground I am camped on, exactly as I found it, save of course
the compressed grass underneath my tent.
I got my first tent when I was eleven or twelve years old, and I only bought a second one when the poles snapped and shredded both skins. That was
about nine years ago now. I have no intention of throwing away, or replacing my current tent. It pitches in seconds, takes no time at all to pack
away, is easy to clean and to maintain, and is just a perfect tent for the purpose. It also would have cost seventy quid if I had bought it off sale.
As it was I got a deal on it, not much of one, but enough to value it and look after it until such time as it fails me.
The same goes for all my gear, my bedroll, my sleeping bag, my pegs, my lantern, torches, clothes, bag, everything I take with me comes back home,
other than toilet paper, beer, and snacks. That's how it should be. Sure, we are not making camp in the pristine wilderness of the highlands of
Scotland, or on an environmental mission to the Galápagos Islands, but that does not mean that we should be crapping on our doorstep.
With me, things are different. You see, it's not as if I leave home to go to a rock festival once a year. Bloodstock IS my home, and the rest of the
year is simply working away for me. I do not crap on my doorstep, and I know plenty of my fellow Stockers feel the same way. It's a real shame that
the same sense of community is not fostered amongst Glastonbury goers.