Coachellian Dreams
April 27, 2008 is now, officially... the best day of my adult life. Although it came and went like a dream, there are memories from that day that will stay with me forever. The landscapes, the music, the drama, the showmanship, the wonderful people, the exotic people, the flashy people, and all the people that i love are now locked safe in my brain's cabinet of memories. Soon i'll have developed pictures to refresh those memories. They'll be there to cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down. Whenever i think there is nothing good in this world i will think back to coachella, close my eyes and picture the dew pod jungle transforming the mountain landscape into a Jurrasic wonderland. I'll remember Greg Rogers from Pink Floyd calling on the crowd to question the government and getting a more energetic response than he could have imagined. I can still feel the suspense when we saw the planes circling above us dropping 'imaginary' bombs while the huge floating piggy circled ominously around the crowd. My heart beats faster when i hear Gogol Bordello's gypsy punk style rock n roll, and i can still look down and see my feet jumping up and down and look up and see my hands in the air. My eyes water when i feel the longing to be back there again. I know that there are amazing things to be seen in this world, and i know that coachella is one of those magical places where everything seems to turn out right. I'll be back there one day, i'll slip back into the dream like i'd never woken up. Who knows what magic will be there when i return....