
Flight to Midwest America: $355
Hotel stay: $155
Concert ticket: $195
Corn on the cob: $3
Memories to last a lifetime: Priceless...
Cheeseburger, I know, but I've always wanted to write something like that.
After making the horrible decision to not attend Coachella (I blame momentary retardation), I was determined to make up for it by traveling the distance to attend the next big thing. I was also excited to visit Barack Obama's hometown. Barack the Casbah.
I'll list my favorite three performances.



The energy, oh, the energy. I felt like I was staring at a giant Brite Lite setup on speed.
Despite the heat... then the rain (wtf!?!)... then the heat again, the journey was well rewarded. Although I've been anti-big-venue and anti-outdoor in the past, and although this adventure put a big a$$ dent in my wallet, it was well worth every penny and every minute of every delayed flight. I'm going again next year... and you're coming with me.
Hotel stay: $155
Concert ticket: $195
Corn on the cob: $3
Memories to last a lifetime: Priceless...
Cheeseburger, I know, but I've always wanted to write something like that.
After making the horrible decision to not attend Coachella (I blame momentary retardation), I was determined to make up for it by traveling the distance to attend the next big thing. I was also excited to visit Barack Obama's hometown. Barack the Casbah.
I'll list my favorite three performances.
Blonde Redhead.

She sat on a giant fake horse on stage. Yes, it was black felt.
Silverchair.

Oh, grunge. How I missed you. And man, did Daniel Johns age or what?
Daft Punk.

The energy, oh, the energy. I felt like I was staring at a giant Brite Lite setup on speed.
Despite the heat... then the rain (wtf!?!)... then the heat again, the journey was well rewarded. Although I've been anti-big-venue and anti-outdoor in the past, and although this adventure put a big a$$ dent in my wallet, it was well worth every penny and every minute of every delayed flight. I'm going again next year... and you're coming with me.
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