The song serves as both a non-official wake up call for the 12,000 campers dozing in their tents and a rhetorical question for all of us who’ve spent the last three days partying in the woods here at the Canadian electronic music festival Shambhala.Īt this festival you can spin a giant wheel to find out what spirit animal you are, you can eat a hamburger made from cows raised on the property, you can party at a secret stage - “the Berghain of Shambhala,” I’m told - if you promise not to tell anyone where it is. You can stand in line to get your drugs tested, but you can’t buy alcohol. It’s noon on a rainy Sunday, and in the woods a classical cover of the Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind” blasts through the trees.
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