Lana Del Rey’s “Coachella — Woodstock in My Mind” as a Window into Our Baudrillardian Cultural Hell

There’s something immensely sad about listening to Lana Del Rey’s “Coachella — Woodstock in My Mind.” Not, perhaps, for the reasons that Del Rey might have intended in writing the song, which is a somewhat sappy meditation on the state of the world through the lens of a sort of epiphany that she apparently had […]