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If you don’t like Bob Marley & The Wailers, or this song, then I don’t like you. That is all.

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Clichés. Crying. Bargaining and acceptance. Breakups are so woefully unoriginal. Then you have one. But you recover. Somehow. An iPhone game. An obvious song. Goes something like this.

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Music festivals are like the sickest buffet one could imagine consuming. There’s too much going on, you want it all, and if you don’t pace yourself you’re going to get hurt. Lollapalooza, with its summer heat, hundreds of bands and eight stages turns some fans into yearly pilgrims and others into victims in the name of music.