Laughing at Rich Kids
Ja Rule’s Fyre Festival gave us a chance to laugh at rich kids. It also told us something about modern culture.
Spare a thought for the suffering rich kids of Fyre Festival. Those who paid upwards of $12,000 for tickets to the fest on an isolated island in the Bahamas were expecting one big VIP section. That’s how it was billed by spearhead Ja Rule and its promoters. Gourmet food, haute “glamping” accommodations, spa relaxation facilities — all were supposed to surround attendees in the perfect luxury environment to take in the sounds of Disclosure, Major Lazer, and Blink-182.
As we know by now, that wasn’t what awaited them when they landed. Instead they were greeted with what will probably go down as one of the greatest scenes of ineptitude in live music history. No stages had been built, very little sound equipment had been assembled. How the artists were expected to perform was anyone’s guess, but it was largely moot given that most of them had cancelled because organizers hadn’t paid them.
This wasn’t, however, what truly horrified and shocked the pampered patrons. The pictures that really flew around the Internet were ones of bare-bones tents and cheese sandwiches. Cancelled performances notwithstanding, everything the attendees were subjected to were the mundane indignities any of us proles swallow whenever we attend the likes of Bonnaroo or Coachella: exorbitant prices for substandard food, uncomfortable camping accommodations, and, of course, not having a yoga or meditation class waiting for us when we wake up the next morning. The usual.