Are you fucking kidding me? I am so in love with Joanna Newsom, but I always told myself she was out of my league, not just because anybody remotely famous is out of my league, but because she could marry any poet-king-athlete-genius in the world. And she picks fucking Andy Samberg? Why didn't I call her?
I have a stupid amount of vacation left over from last year because I saved up lots of overtime to take 3 weeks off in December, but instead worked a shit ton of overtime then, so I could easily do both if my boss will let me have Coachella time.
The only thing Osheaga has going for it that isn't covered by any of my other festivals is The Cure. And as much as I love The Cure, I have no desire to burn a hole in my credit card and head east like I did for last year's line up. Another year, Osheaga (and to The Cure too)!