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Outside Lands 2012 - Where you accept people of all heights, dress, music choice, and hair pieces. Where you’re okay with someone’s butt inches from your face because she decided to sit on her friend’s shoulders during a Jack White set. Where you find a great performance band making their mark on the small stage. Where you realize that a jacket is the best thing to defeat the fog, or better yet being smooshed by strangers in the standing room only section. Where you discover that standing on your back pack will give you three more inches. Where you find that pot heads aren’t just misguided teens but also diehard Neil Young fans, Baby Boomers marking their territory up front during a Beck set. Where you conclude that electronica music can be enjoyed far, far, far away from the stage. Where you congratulate your bladder for holding in for an infinite amount of time. Where you can find friends amid the sea of braided hair, fake Ray Bans, bro tank tops, vintage whatever. Where you can watch a legend tell you to vote for Obama. Where you want to go back next year.  

Outside Lands 2012 - Where you accept people of all heights, dress, music choice, and hair pieces. Where you’re okay with someone’s butt inches from your face because she decided to sit on her friend’s shoulders during a Jack White set. Where you find a great performance band making their mark on the small stage. Where you realize that a jacket is the best thing to defeat the fog, or better yet being smooshed by strangers in the standing room only section. Where you discover that standing on your back pack will give you three more inches. Where you find that pot heads aren’t just misguided teens but also diehard Neil Young fans, Baby Boomers marking their territory up front during a Beck set. Where you conclude that electronica music can be enjoyed far, far, far away from the stage. Where you congratulate your bladder for holding in for an infinite amount of time. Where you can find friends amid the sea of braided hair, fake Ray Bans, bro tank tops, vintage whatever. Where you can watch a legend tell you to vote for Obama. Where you want to go back next year.  

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    @wickedgoddess - abso-fucking-lutely.
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