Friday, January 28, 2011
Salt in the F-ing Wound
I don't even know why I'm writing this. This is like the most emotionally and spiritually masochistic thing I could ever do. And yet, here I am--still typing. Still pouring the most amazing musical salt on my artistically starved wound....yep, pretty sure that makes no sense, but it does to me somehow.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH Coachella!!! We belong together!! Why are you so far away and so GD expensive!! I'd have to sell a kidney and three of my unborn children to come see you!! Why do you torment me so??? :[''''''''''''''''''
You might be wondering, is it even possible for this much musical talent to converge into one place for one gigantic utopia of harmonic bliss? YES, my friend. Yes, it is. I thought it was too good to be true, also. But nay, this is heaven on Earth. It is the musical Mt. Olympus.
I mean it wasn't enough that the Glastonbury music festival was going on WHILE I was in the UK. Now that I'm in Cali, SO close to Coachella, I have to stay here and sulk, wishing that either teleportation existed so I could just zap in there and enjoy the show for free, or that I become a millionaire and/or find a sugar daddy with very good musical taste.
I WILL go to Coachella sometime in the very near future. And it shall be glorious.