Many years ago -- it seems like a lifetime -- I used to hang around in a house in the Silver Lake hills lived in by Postal Service producer Jimmy Tamborello. He had a number of roommates, including a friend of mine named Pedro Benito, who once played in a band called Sunday's Best, and later in the Jealous Sound.
The house had a great view of the reservoir and was the type of place that facilitated the comings and goings of a lot of creative types and many, many musicians. Tamborello was kind and quiet and spent most of his time in his bedroom crafting beats and instrumental tracks. That was probably around 2000 or 2001, so I can only imagine that the tracks he was making at the time were slowly turning into the core of what would become the Postal Service's debut album, "Give Up."
So it was with more than a little bit of awe that I watched the Postal Service on the mainstage at Coachella on Saturday night. The idea that music -- big, larger than life music -- can start in a bedroom and grow into a force that can move a field of 80,000 devout music fans made me want to weep for joy.