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The internet is ablaze. The #RootsPicnic, a Philadelphia institution, has become synonymous with frustration, disappointment, and, frankly, a whole lot of mud. What started as a thrilling weekend of music and culture has devolved into a torrent of complaints, speculation, and, predictably, a lot of division. Let’s be clear: the experience this year was, for many, a spectacular failure.
Initial excitement surrounding the event, fueled by posts celebrating the lineup featuring Funk Flex and Questlove, quickly dissolved as reports of chaotic entry lines, torrential rain (that, it seemed, was gloriously ignored by organizers), and general disorganization flooded social media. One user, writing from West Philly, lamented, “I have never had the desire to go to The Roots Picnic. Never.” The sentiment was echoed across platforms with users reporting three-hour waits, limited metal detectors, and a palpable sense of abandonment.
“They pushed back the time for owning the gates and people are just standing in line waiting,” one frustrated attendee commented. “People have been waiting hours to get into the Roots Picnic. They pushed back the time for owning the gates and people are just standing in line waiting.” This sentiment was amplified by accounts of VIP lines extending far longer than GA lines, creating a bizarre and stressful situation.
The delays were compounded by a lack of clear communication from the organizers. As the rain continued to fall and the mud deepened, many felt that the event simply wasn’t prepared for the conditions. “It wasn’t like this when it was held at the Festival Pier,” one user recalled, highlighting a point consistently raised throughout the weekend.
Yet, amidst the chaos, some managed to salvage what they could. “I got offered tickets to the Roots picnic…yesterday and I can’t go. Who in Philly?” one post read. “Seeing so many horror stories from the Roots Picnic. 😭 I really hate that for y’all. I stopped going to AfroPunk and Made in America for similar reasons.”
However, even the positive experiences were tempered by the overall narrative. “I’m at the Roots Picnic now. Only took about 20 minutes to get inside,” a social media update revealed, creating a jarring contrast with the widespread reports of lengthy waits. “Maxwell is replacing D’Angelo at the last minute and absolutely KILLED IT.”
The sheer volume of negativity led to some bold claims. “I want y’all to stop Bashing Philly/Roots Picnic as a whole…. Yesterday was clearly unorganized but you have to blame LIVENATION FOR THAT! The Roots picnic is a Philly vibe EVERY YEAR! It maybe new to yall but not to us!”
The argument wasn’t simply about a bad weekend; it felt like a deeper critique of the event’s evolution. “I think it’s time to hang it up.” A growing chorus declared that the Roots Picnic, once a cherished community celebration, had lost its magic to commercialization and poor organization.
Ultimately, the Roots Picnic 2024 became a cautionary tale – a messy, divisive, and ultimately disappointing reminder that even the most beloved events can fall prey to chaos and a lack of preparation. Now, the question remains: is there a future for this Philadelphia institution, or is it time to move on?
