Festival Ticketing

The glamorous life, which is not really all that glamorous, continues here in Marion, SC. Sure, you’ll catch a quick glimpse of a celebrity, or maybe sit near a musician or two at backstage catering. But that’s really where all the fabulous ends.

To some, the glamour is represented by the “All Access” pass. A symbol of industry acceptance and entrance into a world of flashing light bulbs and all-nighters. What’s funny is, the majority of people running around these festivals with this pass only enjoy “access” to “all” the work that’s left after the crowd is gone, and the stars have been tucked into bed.

With one of these passes, you may also get “All Access” to the internal radio chatter… A constant barrage of requests, demands, and disturbances. Imagine a lifetime mini-series drama broadcast in audio form. Think Tracy Gold, Meredith Baxter Birney, and Valerie Bertinelli having a heated discussion over golf cart assignments.

You do, however, get “All Access” to the fans. The people who make these productions possible. Access to the passion of a lady that begs to return to her car so she can get the homemade brittle, which she has iced down, to give to her favorite band member from Gov’t Mule. Then somehow locates you after it’s over to tell you that not only did she get the candy to them, and that they loved it, and… “You know what else I got?”, she shouts with more than a hint of red wine on her breath, “His guitar pick and their set-list…. All on my birthday!” as her arms flap in the air and her husband gives me the “she’s crazy” look.

Right now the pass I’m looking forward to holding doesn’t require a lanyard attached to a slick graphic. It’s “All Access” to my three favorite people and a chocolate lab that doesn’t check for credentials at the door.