Yesterday Pitchfork reported some lineup additions to the Coachella music fest, which will be happening the weekend of May 1st and 2nd. I daydream of attending anyway, but looking at the palm trees on their site…well, I can almost feel the dry heat of the valley on my skin. Skin that could be exposed to the elements, without the risk of frostbite setting in within minutes. I could run around scantily clad, wearing flip-flops.
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Sigh. But today I received further enticement, in the form of an announcement from Radiohead. Reminding me that they’ll be headlining the fest along with with The Pixies, The Cure, The Flaming Lips and Kraftwerk. I realize that info was in Pitchfork’s report too, but I think I spaced out…after reading so many other excellent bands’ names it all sort of blurred together, like an indie rock run-on sentence. And I want in, dammit. But the lottery is my only hope. Except that I never buy tickets. So yeah, it’s hopeless. In other news, after just a brief exposure the little man has become suddenly and inexplicably obsessed with Hello Kitty. I like San Rio stuff as much as the next gal, but I don’t really have any of it. I’m more into Pucca. At any rate, my sister-in-law received some Hello Kitty video for her birthday (fyi, looking up Hello Kitty at imdb will return the not so kid-friendly Hell Kitten and Ketu in Hell). All it took was a quick glance at the cover and the boy was ensorcelled. So much so that we’ve been googling Hello Kitty images all afternoon. I wonder who’s next, Badtz Maru, Keroppi, or Pochacco?