11th Grade, Editor
Brought to you by 102.1 The Edge, Westlake Academy’s Black Cow presents Edgefest 2015.
A line up that included Hozier, the Kooks, New Politics, Vance Joy, Death Cab For Cutie, AWOLNATION, and The Offspring meant that even though the festivities lasted for 11 hours, my exhaustion was the last thing on my mind. I was dehydrated but elated. Each set was better than the next as the day escalated into the night. Performer’s sets lasted about 30 minutes each; enough time to put on a show and short enough that the crowd’s energy was renewed as each new musician passionately serenaded us.
After each set, a few people would leave the mosh pit where I was standing. I slowly worked my way up over the course of an hour and a half so that by the time Hozier was on only a depth of 3 people separated the stage and me. This was why I had come. Despite how diverse my music taste is and my fondness for most of the musicians there, for me this was the main event. The seemingly brooding, dark performer seen at the Billboard Music Awards weeks later was almost unrecognizable in comparison to the laid back singer I saw at Edgefest wearing Ray Bans, sporting the most effortless man bun ever seen, and grinning like a child as he sang out, mesmerizing the stadium.
Hot. …was the weather, that is. The smell of sunscreen filled my senses as I continued to reapply all day along with those around me as sweat quickly made these efforts moot. Since the stages were situated at the north and south ends of the arena, the sun bore down from the West, singing only the left side of my face and body. Luckily I got a break from the heat for a bit when a large ginger man of approximately 10 feet in height stood to my left, providing me with more than enough shade and saving me from premature wrinkles on only half of my face.
Sun, sweat, and SOUND. Deafening in the best way because at the time it felt like nothing could ever sound so great again. Only the music could provide an atmosphere so complete that even after having stood in the hot sun in Texas in summer for 8 hours, as soon as the rhythm erupted from the speakers any sunburn, aches, or fatigue was forgotten. You convinced yourself that “No, you aren’t going to faint” because that would mean being carried out of the pit by medics and losing your spot so close to the stage! There could be no greater catastrophe at a music festival. Power through for a few minutes because as soon as the bassline rumbles the ground, all discomfort is soothed, you are cured. I promise no medic can erase pain like hearing your favourite band kill it on a stadium stage, making you tear up like a proud Mom.
Was I exhausted to a point of fatigue at the end? Without a doubt.
Did I fall asleep on my bedroom floor mid conversation with my friend when we got home? Maybe.
Did Hozier propose to me? I can’t figure out why, but no.
Despite all that, am I already planning my strategy for next year’s mosh pit? Absolutely.