Settlers of Catan Problems XIII
Your victory dance
Tucked between all the jokes I make about how “hipster” I am, is the truth. And with regards to Coachella, this is a true story.
Adam and I went to Coachella in 2007, the main pull being Rage Against the Machine reuniting. We couldn’t attend on Friday so we sold those tickets (when you could buy/sell single day tickets). But that Friday I called a local top-40 radio station to participate in a segment called “Why You Smiling” where you basically just brag about awesome weekend plans. I called and said I was going to Coachella and they show’s host had to clarify for his audience that this was a music festival in Palm Springs area.
This morning, on my way to work, I heard the same top-40 radio show’s host and the rest of his staff discuss in detail all the happenings at Coachella this past weekend (number 2 of the festival??!!) How Pharrell and Jay Z and all these other arrogant bastards showed up and people went crazy. Nonsense details like which celebrity wore what and all this other crap.
You know what the coolest thing about Coachella 2007 was to me? Manu Chao came on right before Rage and although nobody knew who they were, they ignited the crowd. It was an energy I had never imagined. That’s a surprise guest. That’s a music festival. I wore a plain tank top, shorts and sneakers. It was HOT. Fashion was not on my mind. Neither was drinking alcohol and depleting my body of whatever hydration it was holding on to.
I know this sounds like a stupid rant. But I just had to put it out there. All you little 90s nostalgia brats, you all will never know real Coachella. And yes, that makes me sound like a hipster butthole. But I don’t care.