When Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone or whatever he invented, could he have imagined how far we would go? Did he picture our travels to the heavens? Did he imagine what it was like to not have to worry about all of a sudden dying randomly like people did back then? Could he have seen through to a time when a festival the likes of Messtival would be birthed on to the planet, covered in slimy mucous, hacking and coughing like your uncle who we all know should probably quit smoking but simultaneously know never will? Ummm... Probably not. Would he have cared about it any way? Naw, he was probably too busy worrying that he was going to randomly die for no reason like I said above.
So should you care about Messtival? Sure. What else do you have to care about?
In it's sixth year Messtival is like that lump you try to ignore: growing... festering... becoming
grosser and more unsightly. Unlike that lump, but kind of like that gas station bathroom you
could not muster up enough courage to use, Messtival is filled to the brim with all kinds of crap.
What kind of crap?
This year we are introducing a third day of music, a second stage, and beyond a pretty
killer line up we have all kinds of other fun stuff for you to toil away on as you
step away from your hum drum existence and step into the wondrous beauty of
What kind of fun stuff? Look, you're starting to get on my nerves with all
these questions... How about music, an all day and night art stage,
psychedelic light shows that will blow your mind, workshops,
belly dancing, yoga, fire spinning, and a cast of some of the most fun-
loving attendees you'll find at any festival in the world? Not enough?
Why don't you just frig off.
or watch some videos from last years event. Then go hug your mom and
tell her you love her... she's had a hard day.
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