Folsom Live 2015

Boiled down to its base function, Folsom Live is a place for those 21 and older to drink to excess amid bands playing on five stages, all enclosed within chain link fencing.
The staff walked around waving drink coupons so you didn’t have to bother going to a «TOKENS» tent to buy drink coupons.
Once dusk arrived, the crowds swelled greatly and the drinking and drunkenness just escalated. The mass of humanity and standing-​room-​only in front of the stages was scary and dangerous because there were so many people packed so tightly together that all it would take is someone getting upset and throwing a punch or whatever and you’d have an instant mêlée with no escape. As it was, people were shoving each other out of frustration. Neither security or Folsom Fire Department (FD) staff were anywhere to be seen. People smoked anywhere as they pleased even though smoking was only in designated areas.
The bozos wearing the SECURITY shirts were huddled in groups around the entrance and VERY far away from all of the people and crowds. The same goes for the Folsom FD people except most of them were sitting around far from the crowds and playing with their smart phones. We had a member of our group who fell ill and needed to be carried out by 2 of us and we asked security and the FD people to help. Security told us they could do nothing and the Folsom FD people refused to examine the person and instead told us to speak with security. We told both: This person may be having a medical emergency. Their response: It isn’t our problem. When we asked: Then what are you doing here? The Folsom FD guy just dumbly pointed to the Folsom FD logo on his t-​shirt and gave us the typical military nasty face look that is so popular with people today when they mean to try to intimidate someone. Wow, that means and accomplishes nothing.
Once we got out of the fenced pen that is the festival grounds, we encountered panhandlers and other down-​and-​outters going through trash cans looking for anything to salvage.
This was the first time we attended this Festival. Weeks ago, others had told us that they stopped going a few years ago because the whole thing had become just a lot of rude drunks staggering around in a large fenced in pen in Folsom. They were right.