I haven't been around, obviously, so I think for now I'll just truncate the last few months to catch everyone up to speed.
Roslyn left me.
I work a bazillion hours a week still.
I went to Coachella!
I'm sure I'm about one more drunken evening away from writing a terribly-spelled eulogy as to why Roslyn ranaway, but I'm saving that story for the moment when I'm the most upset with her because she hates when any of her life get broadcasts when it isn't cookie cutter perfect. Suffice to say, I was dumb and she was intolerant and didn't want the relationship to survive. Whatever, enough time has gone by where I want to defiantly throw my middle finger in the air at her, but like I said, that's a tale reserved for after a fifth of jack daniels.
Work is still work, I work and then I work some more. In fact when Roslyn "left" as in moved out of our apartment without even telling me, it's because I was working a sweet 17-hour day on my day off. This crap is going to kill me and I now see why 40 somethings are so miserable. I can't do this for the rest of my life.
Coachella has been my solace so far this year. Like a bastion dragging me from the brink, it invigorated me and left me with that sense of wonder and awe like a drug you just wish you could take and fall back into it. I call it Coachellity and it beats Reality every time.
If you've never been I highly encourage you to try it on for size, you'll hear bands you love, discover ones you never knew you'd like and complain about that one act that will end up crashing like a spectacular meteor based on the expectations of your mind.
I only leave two pearls of wisdom for it:
Water and Sunscreen.
I trust you know what to do with both because the heat was ridiculous.
Speaking of Ridiculous, the only thing I would have to complain about Coachella was Kanye. Man he stunk. Oh and Kanye, if you have one chance to say in an infamous line in front of 70,000 people, don't squander it.
But seriously, the festival was very well organized this year with PLENTY of showers, and lots of great spacing and plenty of fun activities. There was still the regular infestation of bee hives, people stealing stuff and someone getting run over by a four-wheeler, but it didn't rain on my parade. I can't wait for the pictures to be uploaded. I just really hope next year everyone from our group can make it.
As for next year, if they already had a layaway ready I'd sign up (I almost didn't get to go this year due to the festival selling out in 4 days) and as we always do we make predictions about who will be in attendance next year.
2012 Lineup:
Daft Punk
Incubus
Lady Gaga
Sound Garden
Foo Fighters
Radiohead
Eminem or Ludacris
Queens of the Stone Age
Iron and Wine
Mos Def
Perry Farrell (in some incarnation)
Infected Mushroom
Anthony Green
Dan the Automator
InnerPartySytem
If i really wanted aim big, then let's say Led Zepplin just for kicks.
I can't wait until next year's lineup, but now it's been decided that now we have to aim for Glastonbury in the UK. This year's lineup is heartbreaking that I can't go. Apparently it's an extremely detailed process that to go through doesn't even necessarily guarantee you a ticket!
So I guess if there's a lesson to be learned in all of this, it's that you should never date women ever. They will just ruin you in the end or let you ruin yourself and that if you're going to work only work enough so that you can attend every sweet music festival you can.
I'm dedicating this song to you Roslyn. I wanted to make it work, and I wanted to be nice, but you didn't want any of that.
