Coachella...
Apr. 22nd, 2010 10:22 amMan, Coachella was crazy.
Six hours of traffic in the car to go one mile to get into the campground with my friend throwing up behind me for three of those hours after "overindulging," we'll say. Hours spent in line with hundreds of other dirty campers in the Indio sun each morning to get three minutes of shower. Porter potties, enough said. Third-degree burns all over my body from three days under that punishing sun.
And all freaking worth it, y'all.
I'm on musical overload. Muse, in particular, was on par with a religious experience. I can't believe how good that show was. Thom Yorke sang some Radiohead songs, though not "Creep." Never "Creep," alas, since the band has retired it. Seeing Beth Ditto of Gossip in the flesh was something else, and Band of Skulls rocked my socks.
It's been hard to get back to real life after a weekend like that.
Six hours of traffic in the car to go one mile to get into the campground with my friend throwing up behind me for three of those hours after "overindulging," we'll say. Hours spent in line with hundreds of other dirty campers in the Indio sun each morning to get three minutes of shower. Porter potties, enough said. Third-degree burns all over my body from three days under that punishing sun.
And all freaking worth it, y'all.
I'm on musical overload. Muse, in particular, was on par with a religious experience. I can't believe how good that show was. Thom Yorke sang some Radiohead songs, though not "Creep." Never "Creep," alas, since the band has retired it. Seeing Beth Ditto of Gossip in the flesh was something else, and Band of Skulls rocked my socks.
It's been hard to get back to real life after a weekend like that.