A True Story of Overcoming Winter-Time Festival Withdrawal

Alright. I admit it... 

It's time to come clean...

I have a problem. There. I said it... 

Try as I might, I just can't stop. I can't stop compulsively Googling music festivals to find out when, where, and who all will be there. I think I might have a Music Festival Lineup addiction.  

It's not just a "once in a while" type thing for me. Truth be told, I can't go a day without looking up some of them sweet, sweet lineups. The biggest the better. I get a rush every time I imagine myself in the crowd, bobbing my head to all my favorite headliners. I love the feeling of anticipation I get when I know a big show is coming up, even if I can only make it to the live stream. The only thing that kills my high is when I catch a glimpse of the ticket prices.

So when I think no one is watching, I'll pull out my phone and casually lookup music festival dates, locations, and some of those juicy lineups I've been Jonesen for. 

And I mean, like, all year long I do this.

Lately, I don't event have to type anything into Google. It already knows where to send me for my fix. It knows I'm going to asking it to look up the days for an upcoming rave.

Google. Always. Knows.

 

But I can never really remember which days each festival is on or who is headlining which rave, even after looking it up just a few hours ago.

It was the middle of winter with all the good raves still months away, and I was stuck in an infinite loops of Festival withdrawal. 

 

I started wearing my Kandi underneath my uniform at work. On my break, I snuck off to the bathroom just so I could give myself al ight show in the mirror.

 

My boss walked in and asked what I was doing. I told him I was practicing my sign language. Then he started signing to me, talking with his hands, but I just wanted to listen to some Virtual Riot so I ran out of there and hid in the supply closet until it was time to go home.

 

So I tried to be lowkey clocking out so no one would see me. Of course, I run into my co-worker Tina who was like, "I heard you give killer lightshows."

Then she handed me something.

It was a calendar. Not just any calendar. The Festival Drip Music Festival Calendar. You know the one that lists every single festival each year? 

All of a sudden, everything became perfectly clear. The answer was in front of me all along. 

Instead of BS federal holidays like Columbus Day, it has 100+ raves listed throughout the year. Each month has a sick collage of pictures from one of the events that month.

 

I pulled out my phone, more for comfort than anything else, and then I read what it said on the back of the calendar. 

"Scan this QR code with your phone to automatically add all 2025 raves to your phone's calendar app." 

And just like that, my festival withdrawal was instantly cured. Now I know when every music festival is coming up. I know the venue. I even know all of the headliners. 

Now each month - even in January - I have something you look forward to that will stave off festival withdrawal once and for all.

Tina, if you're out there reading this, thank you for the calendar. But technically you still owe me $20 so don't think I forgot!