Good Lord, I want to go to the Coachella Festival. I mean, the Pixies are playing. Do you know what that fucking means? *The* Pixies. And Radiohead. And the Cure. And Death Cab. And Bright Eyes. And Cursive. And... (I'll stop here). Sigh, But it's in fucking Indio. It's fucking hot out there.

Well, I do get to see Air to look forward to next month. Guess I better pick up a copy of Talkie Walkie.

Hmmm. Should I pull strings to see Prince in San Jose? I'll probably get to go to the afterparty, which is always a lot better...