[1. music zombies at radiohead 2. amnesty is for wimps 3. arm pumps at pulp 4. moshing, migration and madness]
I survived the great fire that was Coachella albiet a shot voice that is 4 octaves lower. Besides almost melting away like the wicked witch of the west and losing a little bit of my dignity in a porta potty, I had the time of my life. Nothing like dancing in an open field under the infinite sky with 60,000 fellow young wild and free spirits all chanting the same tune. Unreal.