There once was a time that I almost went to Coachella. It was to be a grand adventure, idealistic in the way that all grand adventures are. Like any proper adventurer, I made careful plans, readied maps, packed my bags, and prepared for the road ahead.
Only today I do not find myself on the road to California. I will not spend this weekend camping in the desert, getting lost in the euphoria of live music or making Sixth Sense jokes ("I see dead people!"). Sometimes adventures are not meant to be, despite the best of intentions and well laid plans
This year Coachella is just such an adventure for Accidental Music, one that will have to be saved for another day in another year. And when that time comes, oh, what a grand adventure it will be!
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