When March comes around, everyone is about ready to book their summer tours, looking at what festivals they can cram into the rest of the year. I’m usually screaming into the void about deadlines in addition to the above, but it all came to a grinding halt in March 2020. I was gonna go to Australia that year and live out my Wake in Fright fantasy until I had to live that same nightmare in my Brooklyn apartment, drinking mezcal like there was an embargo and watching YouTube videos of Rose Tattoo instead. That’s kinda like going to Australia, right?