for some reason katie and i were in the kitchen talking about acid

LSDbut like most of my stories, the heart of the conversation was about Jesus and how i am a huge disappointment to Him.

im pretty sure when i was born all the angels and saints were all omg is that tony, is that the one who’s gonna invent the Rock n Roll Church?

and a few of the naked cherubs smoking little joints and tuning their harps were all, fuck yeah, thats him.

one night i was in bed with young barefooted linda and we had accidentally been poisoned by some acid so we ran to my house to weather the storm and one thing led to another and soon i was naked.

eventually linda was too and i was all whats these hickies on your body. she said joe gave those to me the other day. i said but joe’s dating callie.

she said yep.

and it made me very sad because i loved joe and callie as a couple and i could see why youd be tempted by linda, she was one of the sexiest girls in town but so was cal, so when linda took a smoke break i wrote a little story to alert callie that her man was straying.

why? because when you’re young and in college and youve just been the victim of a psychedelic poisoning those are the sorts of dumb things you do.

within hours callie was pissed and joe had been kicked outta the house and chris called me and said Get Out of the House, Joe’s coming over to kill you!

but at this point the poison had really kicked in and i could barely even make out with linda let alone find my shorts and shoes in order to run out into the wilds of Isla Vista. plus where was i gonna hide? our town was one square mile.

so i said linda we have to fill this apartment with Love. hold my hand and close your eyes and just think of loving things. she said like of what? i said just hearts, imagine red cartoon hearts bouncing out of your heart and filling up this apartment.

before we could get a foot high of hearts BOOM BOOM BOOM went the door

open the fuck up! joe shouted. we could see the door give a little with each pound.

our hearts evaporated. but still i told linda: fill up this bedroom with love. and i put on a robe and went to the door.

BANG BANG BANG went the door and i said coming! hold on!

and i opened the door and Joe stood there looking like ted nugent: long hair, scraggly beard, wild eyed and pissed.

and all i did was open my arms and thought good thoughts for like 20 seconds.

and slowly walked to him to hug him. he pushed me and said f you. i said no, i love you Joe and im sorry but i had to tell her. i f’ed up but you did too. he said but you f’ed up more! you told! i said, fine, i f’ed up more. i’ll accept that, but you have to hug me or we’ll never fill up this apartment with love.

and he reluctantly hugged me and Linda peeked out from the mostly closed bedroom door, shocked that i wasnt being pummeled by Joe, who, by the way was already pissed because he was headed to jail in a few weeks. and we all sat down and tried to figure out how we could make Callie unpissed at joe And at linda. i eventually walked over to her apartment with him. startling everyone because they thought he was gonna return with my head. my beautifully afroed head.

when that negotiation was over, i skateboarded back to my apartment where linda was snoozing away and i turned on the tape deck and bob dylan was singing something off Saved and a still silent voice said ok tony, youve done it all, you can come up to heaven now. and at first i was all, wow, cool. but then i said, oh wait no no no i dont wanna die.

and the voice said ok well if you dont come up right now theres three things youve gotta do. number one, dont ever get poisoned again. i was all ok. second, stop getting naked with linda. i said noooooo. i love her. voice said too bad, and third spread the word. the hardest demand of all. because who wants to be That guy.

but i heard dylan very subtly talk about his love of the Lord in Jokerman and i was all oooooooh i can do it like that? sweet. and ive never been poisoned again.

coachella is exhausting expensive eclectic electric

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psychedelic nauseating uncomfortable unreal unnatural and absolutely beautiful

you’ll see bands you’ve never seen before and’ll never see again even though you loved them

you’ll pay $11 for a beer and tip $3 because the computer screen suggested it.

it’ll be so warm you wont even need a flannel at 2am on your walk back to the traffic jam.

but you will hit some out of the blue moments of clarity.

inspirational insights.

music should always be playing and at a festival it is.

except when you need it most: on the long walk back to your ride.

coachella should invite all of the best buskers to line the paths and sing songs to the kids

songs of freedom.

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the kittens play it tough during the week and keep their distance for the most part

but if i leave for a few days they get super affectionate and downright clingy on my arrival.

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i dont like drake but i did watch his performance at coachella

it was inspiring because i saw my own failures in his and it was painful

but it will help me be better at stuff which is good.

one thing i learned was dress up when people pay you a wheelbarrow of money

the other was always have a live band back you up when you can

and the most important thing that jack white had that drake didnt was

give the drummer some.

this is hip hop, a descendant of r&b, which gave birth to rock.

it is american music rooted in african american beats.

the drums are everything.

grateful dead was the whitest band ever and even they had two drummers

drake is just not that interesting alone on a giant stage in the middle of the night

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get your crew on that stage too

and let them shine.