So last night I returned again to the comfort and silence of my room and am just now beginning to piece together the last four days that was my Coachella weekend.
Very little sleep, a diet of strickly tofu-dogs and bagels, 100-plus degree weather, being on your feet for 12 hours for two days in a row, and being the driver of a 18 hour roundtrip takes a lot out of a person who likes to spend most of his free time reading or sleeping in bed.
Being trapped in a parking lot for 3 hours, witnessing the Cure, paying two dollars for water, dancing to the Rapture, getting hit in the head with a flying "glowstick" the size of a road reflector while seeing Radiohead, seeing that the vegan option is a tray of spinach for 5 bucks, bathing in swimming pools, and seeing Bright Eyes...it seemed to work itself out
I can once again say that no performance can beat that of Mr. Oberst and company and each time I see him perform live my heterosexual crush of all things Conor increases ten-fold.
jeeze! my writing is so weak right now, I think I still need about 24 hours of sleep for my brain to get back on track...
...after being around a sea of 65,000 people, about 1/3 of those dawning asymetrical hair cuts and vintage shoes, I came to peace with the hipsters and actually think they are making strides for diversity, ending gender barriers, consirving clothing material, and helping to find a place for worryingly thin girls and guys...all good news for a skinny kid with undersized clothing and occassional effeminate mannerisms.
Very little sleep, a diet of strickly tofu-dogs and bagels, 100-plus degree weather, being on your feet for 12 hours for two days in a row, and being the driver of a 18 hour roundtrip takes a lot out of a person who likes to spend most of his free time reading or sleeping in bed.
Being trapped in a parking lot for 3 hours, witnessing the Cure, paying two dollars for water, dancing to the Rapture, getting hit in the head with a flying "glowstick" the size of a road reflector while seeing Radiohead, seeing that the vegan option is a tray of spinach for 5 bucks, bathing in swimming pools, and seeing Bright Eyes...it seemed to work itself out
I can once again say that no performance can beat that of Mr. Oberst and company and each time I see him perform live my heterosexual crush of all things Conor increases ten-fold.
jeeze! my writing is so weak right now, I think I still need about 24 hours of sleep for my brain to get back on track...
...after being around a sea of 65,000 people, about 1/3 of those dawning asymetrical hair cuts and vintage shoes, I came to peace with the hipsters and actually think they are making strides for diversity, ending gender barriers, consirving clothing material, and helping to find a place for worryingly thin girls and guys...all good news for a skinny kid with undersized clothing and occassional effeminate mannerisms.
I love the way you stuck it to Coachella. I tried to argue that I should be able to take in empty bottles of water that I had purchased the previous day, but they weren't having it. And the tip jars were ridiculous, although it's not really the vendors' fault for the prices. And $5.00 spinach? What the fuck? That damn well better have been the best spinach ever!