The once fledgling festival is now an economic engine, but has taken care not to forget its home city or proletarian roots.
“Every great cause,” the longshoreman philosopher Eric Hoffer once averred, “begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.” The same could be said of the vast majority of music festivals which are often launched as precarious, wobbly passion projects held together by little more than bubblegum and a dream before scaling — calcifying? — into sturdier, well-oiled, profitable machines that maintain the same logo but not the same spirit.
III Points has made its bones as a notable, shining exception to this rather depressing trend, managing to nurture and grow its decidedly Miami-centric revolutionary, ecstatic soul despite a meteoric ascent…