
It was a typical Coachella story. My friend, who plays saxophone in Jimmy Cliff’s band, had dangled the possibility of a Coachella guest pass in front of the part of my imagination that still dares to hope. And in the end, I was rewarded for my trust with a bunch of unanswered texts and a feeling akin to being ditched at the prom. But I’d already secured a house to crash at in Indio with a pool and a gaggle of good folks, and I’d been to Coachella the week before anyway. So on we went, out to [...]