Alas, escrow issues and other matters kept us away from Coachella this past weekend, and I missed a chance to see the Pixies (the Pixies! In our lifetime!), Radiohead and, of course, the Cure.
Plenty of bloggers did make it, however. Matt Welch offers up this tantalizing tease:
At one point during the weekend, my wife was in a hotel room with Robert Smith for an extended period of time, as he played his new record, drank & stuck his tongue out, and rebuffed an evangelical's attempt to convert him to Christianity. It's a really great and weird story, but it's not mine to tell.
I'm not sure what that all means. But I'd love to find out.
