Jetset June. Not to sound like a brat, but I’m sick of flying. Nope. Not a fear of flying. I just hate sitting still for so long and climbing over my seat-neighbors to get to the restroom.
But when I wasn’t straddling strangers, I was drinking tea with my pinky out and eating foie gras with the Mrs. in London and Paris. We spent a week in Europe and hot damn I’m in love with Paris. London is cool. But godddamnnnn I love Paris. It has a similar charm to San Francisco, and y’all know I love this city. Paris is like San Francisco marinated in about a couple of hundred years of history sauce.
Now Tennessee… Manchester to be exact (45 minutes south of Nashville). I hit up Bonnaroo to photo-document some of the stuff we were doing out there. This time without the Mrs. But I distracted myself with hitting up as many shows as I humanly can (sidenote: the 6 days I spent in Tennessee is the longest I’ve been away from the Mrs. since my 2-week trip to the Philippines in December 2001). And I probably slept a total of 20 hours in that week. All good.
- J. Cole
- Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
- Opeth
- Decemberists
- Arcade Fire
- Lil Wayne
- Mumford and Sons
- Black Keys
- Eminem
- String Cheese Incident (shut up… that was tight and I was dancing from 2:30–5am with a horde of drunk and high people)
- Robert Plant
- Explosions in the Sky
- DJ Neil Armstrong’s set
- A quick minute at Mannie Fresh’s set (waste of time…)
