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Outside Lands’ Upscale Uprising

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Algorithms & Anthems: Outside Lands’ Upscale Uprising

Outside Lands. Another year, another glorious, sprawling, slightly damp… event. Once upon a time, you might’ve muttered something about muddy fields, questionable portaloos, and the faint whiff of patchouli clinging to the air like a stubborn San Francisco fog. Now? Now we’re talking about the Golden Gate Club. The Golden Gate Club. Sounds less like a defiant howl into the wind and more like a club. With velvet ropes, presumably. And air-conditioned restrooms. Let’s not even pretend we’re not side-eyeing this whole operation. The festival, once a bastion of… something vaguely rebellious, has clearly decided to embrace its inner one-percenter. Sold out? You bet your sustainably sourced, artisanal sourdough starter it has.

But here’s the thing, the little flicker of something admirable in this brazen act of upmarket festival-ing. If you are going to sell your soul to the highest bidder, you might as well do it with a certain panache. And that, my friends, is where Ken Fulk and his “Victorian Garden Conservatory dressed in shades of greens with pops of jewel tones and accents of gold” come swaggering in. Victorian Garden Conservatory? At a music festival? It’s so gloriously, unapologetically extra that it loops right back around to something almost… punk rock. Think about it. What’s more subversive than taking the supposed grit and grime of a music festival and injecting it with the kind of opulent absurdity usually reserved for oligarchs’ birthday parties? It’s a middle finger to the mosh pit, served with a side of Tsar Nicoulai caviar.

Last year, the whispers from this gilded cage were… intriguing. Front-stage viewing that doesn’t involve elbowing your way through a sweaty throng? Dedicated golf cart fleets? (Because, you know, those few extra steps across the polo fields are just too much.) And the food. Oh, the food. We’re not talking lukewarm noodles in a paper cup here. We’re talking Tyler Florence, Nancy Oakes, caviar stations. It’s a culinary backstage pass to the Bay Area’s finest. This isn’t just VIP, folks. This is beyond VIP. This is the velvet-lined bunker where the elite can nibble on Berkshire pork skewers and sip bespoke cocktails while the plebs down lukewarm craft beer and dream of a clean toilet. And yet… there’s a certain audacity to it all. A “we’re doing this, and we’re going to do it with style” attitude that’s almost… dare I say it… admirable?

Think of it. While the masses are battling for a decent view of the headliner, the Golden Gate Clubbers are probably discussing the subtle notes in their single-malt scotch while a golf cart whisks them to their air-conditioned oasis. It’s obscene. It’s decadent. It’s… strangely compelling. And the food! Last year’s highlights read like a culinary who’s who of the Bay Area. Ahi Tuna with Salsa Matcha, Duck Rueben that sounds more like a work of art than a sandwich, Berkshire pork collar kebabs… and a caviar station! A caviar station at a music festival! It’s the kind of glorious excess that makes you simultaneously scoff and secretly wish you had a tiny silver spoon. This year, we can only imagine the heightened levels of gastronomic absurdity. What new heights of culinary indulgence will Ken Fulk and his cohorts conjure? Will there be foie gras served on miniature Marshall amps? Truffle-infused popcorn delivered by drone? The possibilities, like the price tag for entry, are probably astronomical. 

This year’s Outside Lands promises a uniquely San Franciscan collision of worlds, notably the burgeoning influx of the city’s AI elite amidst the usual musical revelry. Imagine the architects of our digital future, Patagonia-clad and noise-canceling-equipped, immersing themselves in the analog chaos of live rock and hip-hop, a fascinating juxtaposition of logic and raw emotion. Whether they’re algorithmically analyzing mosh pit dynamics or seeking a break from the digital hum, their presence adds a layer of intriguing oddity to the festival’s already eclectic tapestry. Even within the opulent confines of Ken Fulk’s Golden Gate Club, one can picture debates on neural networks over Wagyu beef, a surreal blend of Silicon Valley smarts and high-end festival indulgence. The convergence of code and chorus, algorithms and anthems, promises a wonderfully weird and distinctly San Franciscan festival experience.

So, yes, Outside Lands might have embraced its inner trust fund baby with the Golden Gate Club. But if you’re going to go full Marie Antoinette at a music festival, this is undeniably the way to do it. There’s something almost… punk rock… about this level of unapologetic indulgence. It’s a defiant “yes, we’ve sold out, and we’re going to enjoy every damn minute of it, preferably with a flute of champagne and a perfectly shucked oyster.” I, for one, am morbidly curious to see what culinary and aesthetic outrages await within those velvet ropes this year. Will it be a glorious monument to excess? A hilariously out-of-touch spectacle? Or perhaps, just perhaps, a genuinely delightful (albeit ridiculously exclusive) way to experience the festival. Either way, you can bet it’ll be a story worth telling. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find a way to sneak past security with a decent bottle of wine and a yearning for air conditioning. Just for research, of course.

For the full line up, visit: SFOutsideLands.com/lineup

To reserve your spot at The Golden Gate Club & join-in on the fun, visit: SFOutsideLands.com/tickets

Written by: Maxfield Hunt

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