Fri, 08/08/2014 - 08:13 by Natasha Neale
It’s Sunday, the last day of Bass Coast, and I’m sitting in the middle of a big, grassy field that stretches out from behind the back gates of Main Stage. The sun is hot and there’s a faint thud of bass in the air. There are laughing, costumed people skipping down the dirt path to my left and a couple making out on a couch to my right. A crowd has gathered up ahead in anticipation of the next deejay’s set.