Managing Music Festivals: The Behind the Scenes Grit Involved

Human beings can be dirty animals, and this is especially apparent at music festivals. When the mob shuffle, shake and dance en masse, they often leave behind more than just their inhibitions. The cleaners of this world get to see what humanity is really all about. In the age of consumerism, the crowd of festival attendees, often, litter the ground with their unwanted packaging and scraps. The obscene wealth of the developed world can be seen in all its shameful excess. Can we just put it down to youthful exuberance and excuse their wasteful ways?

Managing Music Festivals: The Behind the Scenes Grit Involved

Or, can a good time be a conscious and clean time? Is it time for the young adults who attend these bonanzas of boom boom to clean up their collective acts? Should the organisers encourage waste free festivals? I would imagine, that many of them already do, because they have to pay companies to manage the waste at their events. Letting down your hair, need not mean dropping shit all over the place. A good time can be had without a lot of rubbish; packaging is the main culprit, of course.

Waste removal is a major headache for those who manage music festivals. They pay through the nose for an army of cleaners to descend upon these hallowed grounds to pick up and clean up after the throng. Stamping out waste and littering should be a top priority. Stomping on unnecessary rubbish and reducing the mess from the Mosh Pit, must become a fact of life. Getting down and dirty will become a thing of the past. Managing music festivals: The behind the scenes grit involved is a major pain in the arse.

Waste management will soon become the number one issue for urban life, full stop. The angst and sturm and drang of modern life is analogous with what you find inside a large skip bin at a music festival. The stench and decay of massive amounts of waste are there for all to see. You cannot escape from the shit, there is nowhere to hide my friend. You cannot leave your nasty unconscious habits at the door. You wear your filthy proclivities, like the troll carping abuse on the Internet. Wake up teenage rebel, James Dean, Kurt Cobain, your trash stinks like your lack of conviction. You need to ask yourself “is it a good day to macerate?”