We're about to pack up the station wagon and head to the desert for a few days, kids. We left some money for pizza on the kitchen counter. DO NOT BUY BEER WITH IT. If you need to find us, we'll be at Coachella jamming our effing brains out. We're gonna take it light on Friday, maybe hit the mist tent for awhile after Flosstradamus and Kid Sister open with club music for the unemployed. Maybe not though. Taurine might get us really amped to see Nickel Creek or something. We definitely want to check for Winehouse, the Marley Family Giant Flag Jumpoff and Arctic Monkeys before we bellyflop in the grass (or the pool) and reminisce on the days when Jesus & Mary Chain, Pulp, Sonic Youth, DJ Shadow and Björk apparel filled our closets. After that, who knows? Secret Tiësto set at the FADER penthouse? Cross your fingers, snitches!!!