Alright.  A couple-a things. First of all, I feel like it’s worth the price of admission to see a real living Beatle.  A BEATLE, people.  I’ve heard from so many folks that you go to a Paul McCartney show expecting to have a good time…only to have a sobbing, singing Hey Jude at the top of your lungs excellent time. I hope he lives up to everything I’ve heard. I also hope Ringo comes?  Too much to ask for?

Coachella feels British-y this year.  Macka, Morrissey, Paul Weller and the Cure.  In all the uproar over David Bowie, people aren’t focusing on those other awesome names.  Leonard Cohen?  Really?  All that poetry amongst all that noise!  My Bloody Valentine will definitely out-power whatever band playing on the stage nearest them.  Yeah Yeah Yeahs are always a great show.  I can’t wait to see TV on the Radio again.  I wouldn’t mind catching a little of the mellow mellows at the Fleet Foxes and Band of Horses sets.  Ting Tings will bring the cute. Would love to see Amy Winehouse actually vomit on stage.  Girl Talk and Felix Da Housecat are guaranteed dance parties!  And…Jebus.  Public Enemy is going to be there?  Note to self: pack huge clock necklace.

My goal this year.  To find Henry Rollins and force him to let me ride around on his shoulders.  This has been a dream of mine for years.