
“So let me get this straight… I show up on Thursday, and, we don’t leave till Monday. We pitch our tents and remain there in 1,000 degree heat with no shade for 3 full days among millions of obsessed concert-goers within millimeters of each other in a densely packed parking lot. Huh…”

Canon packed. Releases printed. Body reclined– then the phone rings. On the other end is an old friend who informs me that his girlfriend has a tummy ache and that my ride to Coachella is not happening. I am only a few hours away from missing…