Some how, some way, I've got to get fired up about Coachella. I mean, I'm fired up about BEING there, it's the GETTING there that I'm not so fired up about.

It's 2200 miles round trip (There is shared driving duty – that's a good thing), then finding our place of dirt to pitch tents that we won't even be sleeping in because it will be hotter than H-E-double hockey sticks down there.

And instead of volunteering my car for the trip, I opted to rent a car instead. A hunnert bucks is worth saving 2200 miles of wear and tear on my pretty car.

Now for something completely different, an animal-friendly interview with the Fiery Furnaces.