I remember leaning my preteen body against the vinyl couch, watching as Method Man parks in the lot, pulls out a bag, pushes it flat against his nose and heaves in. In the car next, a disgusted Redman pours pale green dregs on his dashboard, the air-conditioning whips it and whorls it. Cut back, Method Man is wheezing and screaming in delight at the baggie-aroma.…
The festival landscape has undergone major upheaval in the last three years, and Covid’s long-term impact on the music industry…
