It’s inevitable that many a block-headed hippie among the Bonnaroo faithful are likely to cry foul and loose a collective shit fit of conspiratorial, theoretic poppycock bemoaning the addition of Big Brother (sans Holding Company) to this year’s lineup…I can imagine that, in the midst of the wrong mid-trip moment, a festival-goer or two is likely going to gaze upon the wristband with his or her third eye and subsequently freak out…(I)f this happens to one of your friends, just remind them that they’re probably on Facebook, and the marketing man already knows their lifestyle habits; they have a cellphone that pings their location off their brains at all times anyway; and that their family will find some closure when the puddle their body melted into is found, wristband intact.
RWW quotes Adam Gold from Nashville Scene about the just slightly eerie fact that this year’s Bonnaroo festival will issue RFID-equipped wrist bands for access control & tracking. What’s next — get an NFC chip injected and receive a free concert bootleg in your inbox?
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