Imagine a music festival out in the middle of nowhere. The hills are strewn with tent cities, and people are handing out free drinks to whoever wanders through as campfires flicker between the trees.

It's an hour to midnight on Saturday, and the show pavilion is bright with neon lights. The space is packed with concert goers. They sit quietly and respectfully on the floor, all attention riveted to the string quartet playing on stage.

I miss #magstock.