None of my friends knew where this place was, maybe because it wasn't on Yelp? Maybe because no one…read morehad heard of it? The address was confusing because it was listed as 91-1180 Midway Street on Stubhub and Google reviews, the official webpage lists it as 300 Franklin Avenue. If you get lost, just follow the long line of cars heading to the same concert that you're going to. We were headed to see Kaskade play on November 2 and we were just following the cars pulling off Midway into a large field.
They charged us $20 to park in a big, dusty, Keawe-thorn strewn lot. My friends were mad that they had to pay $20 after shelling out $68 for the concert, which was in a large field. I told them hey, at least they posted their prices, because I've been to events where the parking attendants are shady as hell and quote you any price they want. I once got ripped off at an Wonderland event, where they said "$35" for parking on a grass field. My friend, who was in another car, got charged $25, so where is the justice in that? For this very reason, I boycott Wonderland Events.
I think a much more fair price would have been $10...after all, it is a DIRT field with giant roaches, centipedes, thorns and trash. It appeared as the place had been weed-whacked the day before as there were huge clumps of chopped vegetation every where, logs, rocks and detrius. It was so dusty the dust went right through my sneakers.
PAT DOWN: I heard someone say, "women line up" and I was separated from my friends for my very own frisking. I am sure the girl patting all of us up hated the job. She asked me to open my fanny pack and started asking me what was inside my ziplock bag. She picked it up and started to inspect it when I told her it was my "pee stick", you know, so you can pee standing up like a man, coz no way was I going to sit down on those nasty porta-potty seats. She very quickly returned the bag back to me.
CONFISCATED: my friend got his cigarettes taken away. Again he was mad, because there were people smoking everywhere at the concert. You can take in a sealed pack, but not an open one.
MINI-FLASHLIGHTS come in handy, and I always say this at concerts where there are Porta-Potties. Super duper nasty and dark, so you don't know where, or what, you are stepping on. Also good for using in the parking "lot" to avoid stepping on those large obnoxious roaches.
NAKED WOMEN: plenty of them. I've never been to a concert with this many half-naked and nearly-naked women. Perv paradise.
SOUND and STAGE: pretty decent. We were able to get pretty close to Kaskade but I don't think in my concert-going years that I had this many people STEP on my foot, shove past and generally be rude about it. Maybe it was because we were squished up toward the front. My friend had a broken toe with a post-op shoe and a crutch. I was worried for him.
My concert days in giant fields with cigarette smoke, pora-potties, outrageous parking fees, sweaty arms and bods shoving past, toe-mashers and half-naked to nearly-naked women are slowly coming to an end. I'd probably repeat this scenario only if my favorite band Above and Beyond came around again, but they would probably have a classier getup.
