Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
I’m back from a fun and dusty week in the desert. As I strolled the polo fields of Coachella it was hard not to think about those last images of Woodstock—hippies wandering through fields of garbage to heavy Hendrix riffs. I believe that was the symbolic end of the ’60s generation.
Losing Prince has also been hard. The Artist’s departure weighed heavy on my dear wife’s heart—almost as hard as the death of our sweet kitty, Lu Lu.
How could I knock poor Susan? Although I’m not the biggest fan of “The Artist,” I liked him. He was truly on top of the ’80s and I dare say, so was I.
If your body needs water / Keep on dancing ’cause you oughta / Keep the blood flowing down to your feet / Brother Lois should be around in a minute / With a bucket filled with squirreled meat / The blood is real good if you drink it real fast / But the aftertaste just lasts and lasts / If you kiss somebody, you want to party all night / All right / Superfunkycalifragisexy / Superfunkycalifragisexy / If you do too much, your skin will be sensitive to touch / The first person that touches you, you want to fuck / You take them to your crib and you tie them to a chair / Then you make funny faces ”til they get really scared / Then you turn on the neon, then you play with yourself / ‘Til you turn them on…
The whole scene, seeing so many people and bands over the week, Prince, and life in general had me thinking. Then, as they often do, a song—this one about “lessons”—popped into my psyche written by Cornershop frontman Tjinder Singh. It’s hard to compare Coachella and the state of music to the film Rocky—or isn’t it?
Indeed, what are the lessons we learned from Coachella in 1999 to today? Wow, so much! More thoughts when I shake this “Coachella flu”…
The Idelic Hit of the Week: The Coral – Chasing The Tail Of A Dream
Coachella aftermath.
