I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

Spending my teenage years in the 90’s I was always enamored by Lollapalooza. I grew up in the party town of Lake Havasu, 3 hours northwest of Phoenix. On a visit to Phoenix at the tender age of seventeen, while my mom was shopping I snuck off to the Ticketmaster at Dillard’s and bought tickets to the ’93 show. Headliners were Primus, Alice in Chains, Dinosaur Jr., Fishbone, Arrested Development, Front 242, Babes in Toyland, Tool, Rage Against the Machine. In hind sight not as super as the prior year’s Red Hot Chili Peppers, Ministry, Ice Cube, Soundgarden, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Pearl Jam, Lush but still worth some trickery. So as the show approached, I had successfully arranged a show companion and a place to crash in Phoenix. Time to work the parentals, I felt my odds were pretty good considering I had just spent a hardly chaperoned 2 weeks in DC, and my Dad always told nostalgic stories of a Beach Boys audience swaying the structure of Angles stadium. The conversation went something like this Me, “Hey dad, I have tickets to Lollapalooza in phoenix in two weeks, it’s on a weekend and I’m going to stay with so and so” Dad, “What is Lollapalooza” Me, “It’s a concert and art festival kinda thing” Dad, “festival, no way is my little girl going to a festival, I know all about those places” Me, “Dad, it’s fine and cool besides what do you know about festivals?” Dad, “Everything, California Jam ’74, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple” I was like whatever. If only we had Youtube back in the day I might have believed him. But in that moment my Lollapalooza dreams were crushed, thank you Ozzie. Some great shows and 13 years later with my ¼ life crisis nearly behind me, I caught word of Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival headlining Bjork and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Bought 2 tickets and scored, Rage Against the Machine reunion was added to the line up the following week. Oh my, oh my, oh my! My Lolla dreams may come true...