I have had some heinous experiences with cops, and in my experience 80 percent of them are malicious ass holes as high on their own authority as I am on my own painkillers. I have been arrested for many a bullshit charge (all of which were hastily dropped by a visibly annoyed judge) including MIP (that’s minor in possession of alcohol with my body acting as the container), possession of marijuana, whatever. That being said, I still find a world with a few gung ho cops preferable to the one without any cops letting all the creepies and crawlies of the night descend their violence and hate upon us hardworking innocent people. I trust cops to protect me from getting raped and murdered. I trust them to bring justice to the wrongdoers of the world. And I trust them to do their best to keep massive crowds of high-as-shit people safe. The organizers of Camp Bisco, however, do not. Fucking hippies.
With their strict no cops policy, Camp Bisco has opted to use a biker gang as their main form of security. While the thought of a 250-pound biker covered in carnie tattoos and studded leather accosting a 19 year old frat deauche with a pink tank top brings me joy like few thoughts do, this doesn’t sound exactly sensible either. Anyone who knows anything about the history of Rock ‘n Roll (I assume the Bisco folks don’t, I mean they are Disco Biscuits fans after all), knows the Rolling Stones employed a similar method of security at the Altamont Free Concert in 1969. They employed a band of Hells Angels, who infamously beat fan Meredith Hunter to death starting a riot, as depicted in “Gimme Shelter.”
So perhaps, this biker gang is decidedly tamer than those Angels whose idea of “keeping the peace” in 1969 was to stomp some kid’s head into nothing, but still cannot be as effective as trained security staff with full knowledge of how to let people have fun while still keeping people an arm’s distance away from death. And even if these guys aren’t sadistically violent psychos, they have still been described as, “incredibly creepy,” by one Camp Bisco 2012 attendee, Sarah Netto.
Last year, Heather Bynum, a 24-year old girl who attended Camp Bisco with her fiancee, had to wait 15 minutes for paramedics to arrive while she was having a seizure. She is now in a wheel chair. 15 MINUTES? That’s like waiting at the drive thru for a burger and fries for eight hours. This incident along with others has many questioning the quality of security at the popular music festival.
Drugs are prevalent at all music festivals, shit, they can even be the best selling point. But cops are usually not looking to be buzz kills at these things. A friend of mine, while at Coachella a few years ago got stopped at the entrance with oodles of Coke, Special K, Mushrooms, Molly, Acid and Weed. The cops confiscated it and told them to move along. No arrests.
If Camp Bisco wants to have continued success, they need to at least entertain the thought of having some trained officials handling security.