Backstage at Coachella

I’ll admit, I’m not a huge fan of Coachella, the music festival.  I prefer my acts to perform on one stage rather than several at the same time.  I’m also more comfortable in the rolling greens of Glastonbury, for example,  than the scorching stretch of desert just east of Palm Springs.  Actually, I’m more comfortable in Palm Springs, lounging by the pool of, say, an A. Quincy Jones retreat– replete with with all the mid-century details to which a beau monde like myself is accustomed.  I just don’t do well with wristbands and porta-potties– especially if I’m, shall we say, mood-enhanced.  So every Coachella I’ve been to seems to be all about, firstly, getting back-stage.  But once we’ve arrived, we realize that what we really want is to achieve the un-Coachella– which means heading back to the rock-granite, succulently landscaped villa.

Such was the inspiration for the artwork I created for Kanye West’s dressing-room.  I’ll let it go in my place.  And perhaps I’ll see you later on at Mr. Parkers.