So a pop-country festival is a misogynistic boozefest?
No shit.
I'm not quite sure of the specific aim of this thread (get a blog?) but keeping to music festivals, I recently intended the Isle of Wight Festival, and I was very glad my ticket was free. It was the evil, sadistic face of commercialised rock, charging me 3 quid for a cardboard mug of slightly warm Carling and a fiver for a petrol-flavoured hot dog. There were security guards in fucking towers. It was just about the most obvious no fun zone I have ever seen: whenever something that felt like you were actually at a festival happened, a topless dude in a top hat dancing on top of an ice cream truck say, roughly thirty nine burly men would instantly arrive to haul the perpetrator away to who knows what grisly fate. You were not allowed to have fires or barbecues. Carling had a complete alcohol monopoly. There were drug sniffer dogs. I saw a dude get arrested for smoking pot. Crowdsurfing was banned. Most everyone there was not just an arsehole, but a genuine, dyed in the wool, balls to the walls cunt.
Iggy Pop and the Sex Pistols were alright though. Most of the line-up was soul-sucking shite however. The whole situation bought me in mind of Bill Hicks. "Sucking Satans pecker...suck it!"