Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays. Per the usual, I’m a few days late or a few days early with this one, depending on how you look at it. Choosing my favorite job was difficult, very difficult. It’s kind of like my favorite song; it alternates on a frequent basis.
Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Today’s post – No. 37, if you’re keeping score at home – examines my desire to stay indoors on snow days and why I found myself outside Wednesday.
I woke at 10 a.m. on Tuesday to the sight of snow hurtling toward the ground with the same frantic pace New Yorkers tend to exude when they are late for work. The deep fried southerner in me envisioned flakes stinging my face in this concrete Siberia and said simply, “nah ah.” The forecast called for six to eight inches of snow, beginning at noon – not 10 a.m. So much for a quick trip to the grocery store, I thought. Today would be a delivery day. Mother Nature by way of the Polar Vortex had forced my hand.
Prior to Wednesday I considered skipping Governors Ball Music Festival this year despite three key components working in its favor – a) Outkast; b) I live within walking distance to Randall’s Island; and c) Outkast (both Andre 3000 and Big Boi are key components). Mother Nature conspired to ruin Governors Ball last year, and the memory of my boots sticking in the ground during Kanye West’s festival closing performance lingered. So did memories of lackluster food choices and poor visibility for many shows. (I’ve never attended a festival where I struggled to see the stage so often, and I am 6-foot-2 when not standing in swampy quicksand.)
Governors Ball’s lineup hints via social media in the weeks leading up the lineup release, while novel, failed to suggest how strong the final product would be. I skipped buying presale tickets Tuesday for that very reason – and in the process ended up spending $50 more. The festival’s full lineup release on Wednesday erased my skepticism and convinced me to buy tickets as soon as they went on-sale. As of this writing weekend passes are still available for Governors Ball, which runs from June 6-8.
Below are my 2014 Governors Ball Must-See Acts. My rankings are based on how much I like the performers’ music plus how many times I’ve seen live plus how much I enjoy their live show. My formula is weighted toward artists I’ve never seen before. That’s the point of going to festivals, right?
Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays. I’m a few days late or a few days early, depending on how you look at it.
My Biggest Obstacle In 2014: Fear of Failure
Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Today’s post – No. 36, if you’re keeping score at home – looks at the flu gospel and the secret to salvation in the harsh New York City winter.
She sat to my right in the pharmacy’s two-seat waiting area moments after the needle poked me. Her age and weight were probably equal, somewhere between 85 and 90. She was frail with big veins and bigger glasses and spoke to me in rapid Spanish and smiles, holding up three, four, five fingers to punctuate her points. I nodded along but had zero clue what the words leaping off her tongue meant. Except, that is, when she tapped her left arm. It was the universal signal for flu shot. I returned her smile but resisted the urge to tap my arm.
Just in time for tonight’s Golden Globe Awards on NBC here are my favorite movies of 2013. These are the movies that made me laugh till my face hurt, turn reflective and not speak for several hours after, and even shed tears at man’s ill treatment of man. More importantly, these movies didn’t make me hate myself for spending the $14.50 ticket fee.
Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words (or in this case 800) on said topic on Fridays. Matt is a Washington native and thus a Seahawks fan. I am a south Louisiana native and thus a Saints fan.
Prompts: Why The Saints Will Beat The Seahawks
Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays. This post is a holdover from two weeks ago. Matt and I took inspiration from Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned” series.
The Biggest Lesson I Learned In 2013: You Can Handle It
Keeping in tradition of sports web sites who anoint next season’s favorite after the previous season wrapped the night before I am submitting to you, dear reader, my way too early Coachella 2015 wishlist. I limited my list to acts who did not play Coachella 2013 and are not scheduled to play Coachella 2014. Also, I took into consideration artists expected to drop new albums in 2014.
Wednesday night’s Coachella 2014 lineup announcement confirmed arguably the worst-kept secrets in the festival’s history – namely, reunited hip-hop icons Outkast and Grammy Award-winning art-rockers Arcade Fire would serve as headliners. The festival’s third headliner, Brit rock act Muse, had also been a name kicked around the blogosphere in recent days.
Who cares about surprises when the words “Outkast”, “Arcade Fire” and “confirmed headliners” are used in the same sentence? My mind launched into cartwheel mode upon seeing the official Coachella poster. And not just because Outkast and Arcade Fire adorned it. This lineup is hotter than the California desert in early April. Last I recall that’s 106 degrees and rising.
Below are my 10 Coachella 2014 Must-See Acts. I’ll be in Indio, Calif., for the festival’s first weekend April 11-13. These are the performers whose sets take precedent over any time conflicts with other performers (and there will be plenty of these) or my never ceasing desire to wait in line for dungeness crab fries – my death row meal. Also, I focused on acts I haven’t seen live.