I was turning 23, and my sister bought me a ticket to the Treasure Island Music Festival.
“You should always do something to celebrate your birthday,” she told me, and off I, a broke editorial intern, went with some friends to go see deadmau5, LCD Soundsystem, and Die Antwoord; music with which I was not the most familiar or literate, but hey, I was doing something “cool” for my birthday. There was to be a headphones dance party, lackadaisical security pat-downs, a spectacular view across the bay of the San Francisco skyline, and most importantly, a tent away from all of the music with free internet access.