I wish there was an easy way to get rid of this self-doubt. It always creeps up around this time, and I really would like it to go away before it ruins this for me again.
I’m at that point where I’m so tired that I’m not tired anymore. Someone come build a cruise ship with me!
First thing I do when getting home from Coachella? Put on AXS’s coverage of the festival.
Win Butler: “Please welcome to the stage a very special guest. He’s kind of old”
Me: “Holy shit! They’re bringing out David Bowie! Yaaaaas!”
Win: “hahahahaha suckaaaas! It’s just a pope bobble head”
Shit! Alex Turner was standing ten feet from us during Queens of the Stone Age!
I don’t know whether it’s the LA scene or if The 1975 just attracts the same kind of people as Justin Bieber, but their concert tonight was absolute shit. That was the worst crowd I’ve even been in and we had to leave 3 songs into their set because of it. On top of the shit crowd, Matt came out with a bottle of wine, which is so incredibly tacky and disrespectful.
Sir Sly and Bad Suns absolutely killed it though. They alone were worth the $60 I paid.
Arcade Fire just called out all the fake bullshit that goes on in the VIP part of Coachella. Could they be any more perfect?