Woo, fuck. What a weekend. Coachella. It rocked, but why in the fuck would you elect to have a massive music festival in the middle of the goddamn desert? I realize that it pretty much nixes any chance of a rainout, but the musicians have to struggle to keep their equipment tuned/functioning and the crowd is forced to bake for days. And that whole deal about the desert getting cold at night, Bullshit and more bullshit.
Suffered a mild case of heat stroke, despite the massive amount of water that I drank (first concert I've ever attended that I was never even tempted to have a beer). Puking in a port-o-john that's been baking in 105 degree weather is definitely an experience I could have lived without, but it was definitely worth it. Here's my highlights and lowlights:
***The Good***
The Pixies - Fucking incredible, as if there could be any other response.
The Flaming Lips - Despite having to cut the show short due to technical difficulties, this was the single greatest live performance of my life. Reaffirmed why I listen to and play music.
Belle and Sebastian - I hate that it's called "chamber pop", but rarely have I danced so much.
Other notables include Mogwai (who knew that beer-swilling scotsman could make such beautiful music) and the random appearance of Fred Schnieder from the B-52s.
***The Bad***
Beck - I love Beck, but he sucked. Part of it wasn't his fault, because you could barely hear him over the incessant *BOOMBOOMBOOM* from the techno tent, but he came unprepared and solo, and he's just not a good enough guitarist to pull that off.
The Cure - I fucking love the Cure, and was psyched to finally see them. But they blew. Hardcore. The main set focused mainly on Bloodflowers and new material, all of which sucks. Who in the hell wants a goddamn happy Robert Smith? They semi-redeemed themselves with an encore of classic stuff, but even playing From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea (my favorite) couldn't keep me from being sorely disappointed.
I also learned that there are over 4,000 strains of apples.
Suffered a mild case of heat stroke, despite the massive amount of water that I drank (first concert I've ever attended that I was never even tempted to have a beer). Puking in a port-o-john that's been baking in 105 degree weather is definitely an experience I could have lived without, but it was definitely worth it. Here's my highlights and lowlights:
***The Good***
The Pixies - Fucking incredible, as if there could be any other response.
The Flaming Lips - Despite having to cut the show short due to technical difficulties, this was the single greatest live performance of my life. Reaffirmed why I listen to and play music.
Belle and Sebastian - I hate that it's called "chamber pop", but rarely have I danced so much.
Other notables include Mogwai (who knew that beer-swilling scotsman could make such beautiful music) and the random appearance of Fred Schnieder from the B-52s.
***The Bad***
Beck - I love Beck, but he sucked. Part of it wasn't his fault, because you could barely hear him over the incessant *BOOMBOOMBOOM* from the techno tent, but he came unprepared and solo, and he's just not a good enough guitarist to pull that off.
The Cure - I fucking love the Cure, and was psyched to finally see them. But they blew. Hardcore. The main set focused mainly on Bloodflowers and new material, all of which sucks. Who in the hell wants a goddamn happy Robert Smith? They semi-redeemed themselves with an encore of classic stuff, but even playing From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea (my favorite) couldn't keep me from being sorely disappointed.
I also learned that there are over 4,000 strains of apples.
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mikael:
aw, no i haven't. I've been really busy in real life lately. Heh, go fig. what was the link?
les:
