an open "letter" to the coachella powers that be.
(NOTE: my background track is "knights of cydonia," starting at the 3 minute mark. i am a viking princess defending her harem of concubines. i have thick blonde pigtails and a badass white stallion - battling bitches left and right with my green light saber. also, i am Black. and everything is in slow motion... okay - GO)
to whom it may concern:
here's to that beautiful moment when the coachella set times are still unpublished, and you choose new artists to view
without reason nor restriction.
clicking away at the interesting, classic and new
with your metaphorical, musical phallus in your hand.
oh lovers. it's our musical dream come true.
soon to be crushed, friends. soon to be crushed.
no -- NO, i will not divulge my precious playlist of power. you will not use that against me again, this time!
i've waited too long to return to this temporary nomadic lifestyle. I will be surviving on fruit, granola and low-fat water for 3 days straight so i'm not distracted by stuffing my face with spicy pie ridiculously-goodness... nor will i be wasting time, held up by their long ass lines and staring at their NOMilicious menu when i could be tits deep in a sea of pulsating humans drenched in musicality.
i WILL say, however, that just because i picked at the drive-in AND the weekend, does not mean I should not have to split myself in two in an effort to enjoy both sets. please spare me?
please, coachella gods. please do not overlap any of the awesomeness i have coachosen.
i beg of you.