| | Coachella--and, after all intents and purposes, the unconditional summer concert season--kicked misguided Friday in California's Indio desert, and the three-day mega melodic gala day was a sold-out amour teeth of the in vogue set-back and uninterrupted whiny complaints around this year's "meek" lineup. (Um, hello: Kanye West, Duran Duran, the Strokes, the comeback of Britpoppers Suede, late Album of the Year Grammy champs Arcade Aroused, and profuse more? How is that "worn out"?) Surely, the festival offeredbiuro podróży the entirety any self-respecting supporter of music (or justifiable gaiety) could crave:
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