In beginning my new faux influencer life, I have decided that any blog posts from here on out are going to be fueled by clickbait. Unless they are actually meaningful and important.
So, I have some bad news. For some of us, others probably are screaming internally with excitement. What is the bad news you might ask? COACHELLA WAS CANCELLED. Guys, I literally do not know what to do. Sure, I can update the Absolute Coachella Playlist as much as I want, even though it has clearly been lacking. I PROMISE THIS WEEK IT’S COMING. Listen guys, I moved to LA to be a fake influencer, I’ll be on my ish now.
Will I, though? I mean, my main source of basic b inspiration has always come from stomping the grounds at the Empire Polo Fields. Now in 2022, I’m going to have to upgrade and escape the Coachella grounds and find one of the polo horses and ride one to the Main Stage. Real chaotic energy in this room today. I didn’t have my green juice, so I must be spiraling.
So, with 2020 still looming over us in 2021, what are we going to do? Cry? I most certainly will. I talk about crying a lot on here, but it really only happens once a month. We’ll see in 2021, though. I was really looking forward to all my favorite shows coming back, and there is a good chance they still might. There may be room for some of our smaller artists to take the stage this year, but my standards are low. NOT MUSIC-WISE. Just, for 2021. I feel like if we set the bar to the floor, there is little to no room for disappointment. I tell myself that, and still get worked up when I wake up to my tickets being rescheduled again.
I’m going to share a haunting thought I had yesterday. All tickets being rescheduled will be honored for the ORIGINAL date. Or at least that’s what StubHub has been telling me. Can you imagine? We finally get to go to the show we’ve been waiting two years for, and have to look down and see the year 2020. It’s daunting. Disgusting, even. I shudder to think of the day. However, I may be feeling so euphoric that I just laugh it off entirely. Luckily, I didn’t buy tickets for Coachella 2020. I don’t think I’d be able to show up to a festival with a wristband of the year that tried to ruin my life. We are leaving toxicity in the past baby.
As my 2021 is inevitably going to end without me meeting my soulmate at Coachella, I still have high hopes. I mean, we’ve all been through this before. Can we do it again? Maybe with alcohol it’ll be more tolerable. Restaurants will be opening soon, and I’ll be blacking out. Kidding...maybe. If we’re lucky, we’ll continue to be having livestreams, making the festival hangover way easier to manage. From the comfort of our own living room we can have our come up and come down. Am I just a grandma now? Why does that sound fun?
I can’t leave you here without some good news. For the next three weekends, Silverstein will be hosting livestream concerts. LITERALLY THREE WEEKENDS. Iconic. Super Bowl who? You can go to their Instagram to find the ticket link, OR you can go to ours, where we’ll be sharing it non-stop, so you don’t forget. As well as some other artists as well, be on the lookout. What goes down, must come up. I’m changing the saying. Positive spin team over here. Be sure to follow along all our socials for many more updates.
‘Til next timeeeee!