I’ve been trying all day to think about anything besides Hologram Tupac, and I’m finding it extremely difficult. There’s something so perfect about it on so many levels. Music festivals’ desire to combine nostalgia and spectacle in their headlining acts seems to have reached a macabre but inevitable conclusion in the virtual resurrection of a dead pop star, and odds are we’ll be seeing more of this sort of thing in the future. (I’m willing to bet that a major festival announcing an entire set by a reanimated musician is more of a “when” situation than an “if.” Aaliyah at Coachella? Biggie at Lollapalooza?) And given the amount of work Tupac has been put up to since he died—some of it considerably more humiliating than reincarnation as a dimly lit Sim—it only makes sense that someone would finally find a way to get a live performance out of him. (Speaking of inevitability: Hologram Tupac has a Twitter account.)