I flew from Amsterdam to LAX and then drove for a hundred hours in traffic to go to Coachella. By the time I'd arrived I'd already missed the indie center of the day (Girl Talk was already packed & Beirut was leaving the stage), but I did get to see a bit of Morrissey, a lot of Paul McCartney singing songs for all of his dead friends, and dancerock from the Presets and the Crystal Method before nearly falling asleep on the ten minute drive back to our hotel resort.
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The aftermath of the election makes it seem like we're all in for a very serious emo time, better suited to journaling than yelling on Facebook, yet…
Hey. it does!