The Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival is a music festival held annually in San Francisco, California at Golden Gate Park. The first edition occurred from August 22 to 24, 2008, and included over 60 musical acts from around the world, as well as several art installations. The festival grounds included the Polo Fields (home to the Lands End Stage), Speedway Meadow (Twin Peaks and Panhandle stages), and Lindley Meadow (Sutro and Presidio stages). Bringing in 40,000 to 60,000 attendees a day, the inaugural festival was mostly a success; however, it was criticized for its lack of crowd control. The festival was also geared to the new green movement and included numerous initiatives to make the festival eco-friendly, like inviting participants to use ridesharing to get to the event via SunyRide, 511, and Craig's List. The second edition of the festival was held between August 28 and 30, 2009, and streamed live on YouTube via the festival's YouTube account.
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