This time of year wavers between exciting and nostalgic. For 2003-’04, ’06-’07 & ’09 I spent a weekend of April/May in Coachella Valley absorbing abundant sunlight, getting irresponsibly drunk and watching dozens and dozens of incredible bands and a handful of shitty ones at Coachella. I’d like for it to be an every year kind of thing but the money it takes for tickets and hotel + my ginormous beer budget divided by some of the lineups (this year, for sure) does not always equal a worthy investment.
Still, a few people have gotten in touch with me recently. “I hear Coachella is this weekend, are you there?!” It’s a safe assumption but no, I’m usually folding laundry and watching the Dodger game when I get these calls.
My Coachella counterpart for four of the five years said it would be good to go if only to discover new music. One flip of the local ‘alternative’ station and you know he is right. Maybe next year I can go without even checking the line up ahead of time and venture in open minded.
Yes. Definitely.
2007, parking lot debauchery
2008, outside Peeping Tom
any year, creepy installation
any year, 10,000 of my friends
2008, beer garden
-CJ
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that’s me in that photo above. i flashed a boob to who would ever would look that night.
I have been stocking your blog. But I bet the blog detector already told you that. i have been wondering about how you are doing. i hope you are well. well as in as in not dying of cancer and all because that is pretty much what most people can hope for nowadays. <3 the not very skinny at all very elusive Marci Bones
Comment by marcibones April 23, 2010 @ 7:05 pmstocking insert photo of panty hose.
Comment by marcibones April 23, 2010 @ 7:19 pmI mean stalking. K. now that that’s cleared up.