Girls, girls, girls!!! All day I was watching the parade of the new jack city dirt hippy, mixed in with a little rock edge, stroll in a promenade fashion up and down the avenues of the Coachella festival grounds. What more can a creative mind ask for?
Each a gestalt of the zeitgeist of the times...with the subdued tones of the faded fashion hues to the bold expressions of drunk punch colors. I witnessed the transformation of the drop waist silhouette emerge into the Grecian goddess drape. And boys, please catch up...my senses were a buzz for the form in it's purest, but in relation to accessorizing, drape and silhouette...believe me when I say....(Yawn)...what was that, effort?
Like a dreamed or a panting, where the women with their fine curved bodies, played the audience of passersby. Hypnotizing the male of the species, like a sirens song, turning all heads like moths to a great pair!
The nights precession of My Bloody Valentine created an atmosphere, a mood that brought the audience to the crucible...some loved the sounds of the bands interpretation of the times and the feelings of their art...I was one!
The days dance ended with a cure for the aching heart...the Cure. With a passion that is notably the style of Smith, they delivered a sound that is undeniably kissable! I experienced this and came out of the crucible on the other side, and found that what was given, was good!
For all those that went, you understand, for the rest...take my word for it...it was tasty!
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