Did not go to Coachella. I don't think I will hereafter ever be present anywhere large numbers of people decide to take adult doses of Oxycontin and throw up in a giant dust bowl. It's not my scene, man. I heard that Prince did some wacky covers - Beatles, Portishead (!). That sounds like it could have been fun. Unfortunately, he started his set about three hours past my bedtime. The last time I waited for Godot and then a Prince concert, I had to prop up my eyelids with matchsticks. Ok, not really but you're getting the cut of my jib. I think he deigned to hit the stage in his tiny hi-heels around 2 in the morning. It was rough, and he was really, really good. You know what else is good? A Sealy Postrapedic mattress. That's where I like to park myself at 2 am. I've always been that way, really - late night shows have always been a trial for me. This was not a good thing when I had to review rock concerts for a (non) living. I always preferred the middle-age sitdown concert to the hella late indie-whatever show. You ever try to file a story at 8 am after a few hours sleep? It's rougher stuff, friend. Not even giant caffeine injections can save you.
Hey, this feels good! It's nice to be blogging again. Don't be a stranger, hear?