Driving down I-24 South out of Nashville for nearly half a decade became something of a ritual, even if it was only for a day. For anyone who lives in Middle Tennessee, Bonnaroo was never just another date on the summer festival calendar. It was The Farm. Whether you packed a car full of camping gear and spent days wandering the grounds before taking three cold showers to recover from the heat, humidity, and sweat, or, like me in recent years, simply drove down to be hot and sweaty for one day with your favorite artists, Bonnaroo always felt special.
That’s why reading the official announcement…
