Earlier this month, I traveled out to California for the legendary concert in the desert, the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. As I boarded the plane from Albuquerque to LAX, thoughts of bands like Broken Bells, Pharrell, NAS, Motorhead and Beck filled my expectations for the weekend.
Fast forward to Friday morning, as my best friend and I prepared to jump on the shuttle to Coachella. Water bottles, sunscreen, cash, comfortable shoes — all check. We all loaded up in the shuttle. Sounds of excitement surrounded us from first-timers (like myself), even Canadians who drove miles just to get there. As the excitement rose, I looked around at the masses joining this music pilgrimage in the desert. Then I realized that I had packed everything I thought I needed to attend this colossal music fest except for one thing — my feathered headdress. What? Yes, in the haze of thousands of people moving toward the entrance of this center for music, people are in full “fake-feathered headdresses.”
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