Well actually there was virtual mud (and portable toilets). But there was no booze, live bands or - I reckon - fun. Second Life and The Guardian this weekend enjoyed their very own music festival. The virtual 'Second Fest'.
Now it's entirely possible that I'm missing the point, getting old or both, but I can't help but ask... why? Surely the point of music festivals is the very physical proximity of friends (and the consumption of insane amounts of things that are bad for you).
And live music itself is only worth the effort because it is performed by, er, real live people in the company of real live other people. (I thought watching the Glastonbury festival on TV was pretty pointless, but I'd draw the line at using an avatar to pretend I was there.)
I wasn't at Second Fest of course (no-one was - it's not real), but I can't imagine that my Second Self missed much. I mean, how good can the virtual Pet Shop Boys be? (And how would you tell?) Some things are best enjoyed in the real world or not at all.
One danger of digital is that we begin to accept comfort and quantity over quality of experience. Do we really want to have 300 Facebook friends, but no-one we can call up during a long dark afternoon of the soul?
So sod Second Life. I'm gonna get me to a real festival. (Just as soon as I've saved up some money. And it's stopped raining.)