Unfortunately, my photographer Jackson lost his battery charger, so there's a little delay on his Coachella pictures
Sorry for the delayed Coachella update, guys. As you can imagine, Coachella wiped the floor with me, and that plus an all-nighter last night has made things a little intense.

Anyway, where'd I leave off? Oh yes, "sleeping under the stars". Huh.

Oh, it's in a valley baby, it'll stay warm at night. It doesn't matter that it's a desert, we'll be fine without a tent.

Hmph. Men.

Anyway, I awoke at 3am to the FREEZING COLD of the Indio Valley. Seriously, teeth chattering cold. I opened my eyes, and realized that I was completely swarmed in misty fog. Cold. Misty. Fog. Not fun.

Of course, by 8:45am, it was scorching hot again, and my boy and I were forced to wake up and get ready. We had planned to stay at the mainstage as soon as we could enter the venue (11am), and stay there for about 6 bands, head out to see MIA, and then come back and do the best we could for Prince.

Of course, plans never stay the way you planned.

After waiting for an hour to get into the venue, we were finally allowed in. We ended up being the 2nd and 3rd people there, seated next to the biggest Prince fan. Ever. Cody, a sweet natured White guy (who asked not to have his picture taken), was wearing a musicology shirt, "Artist-Formerly-Known-as-Prince" Symbol pendant, and proudly carried his just-bought Prince tambourine.

Oh yeah. He was intense.

We got to talking, and he told us that if we were to leave the prime seats we had gained for "the best live show to exist ever", we would be "missing the opportunity of a lifetime".

Well, we're not one to miss opportunities. So we decided to miss MIA and stick out the entire day at the mainstage.

The problem with this plan, however, is that once the area starts to fill up, you can no longer leave your spot-- even if your partner saves it, attempting to get back to that spot will be difficult, if not completely impossible. So we went out, bought 6 bottles of water, 4 slices of pizza and began the vigil.

VHS or Beta, a new-wave rock group out of Kentucky, started out with a high energy, very fun set. The boys were emo-glammed out, sure, but made up for it with their driving beats and guitar riffs.

Personally, I found Minus the Bear completely forgettable. They had some good moments, but overall the just meandered which, for a Rock show, can get repetitive and boring. The Cold War Kids picked it up a little, but still left me feeling a little lackluster about the mainstage.

That feeling disappeared however, the minute that Cafe Tacuba came on the stage. The Mexican Indie Rock sensation not only drew the second biggest crowd at that stage, but certainly the most passionate. They danced, they sang, they ran as close to the crowd as they could get. They had the crowd chanting with them and moving with them, and even non-Spanish speakers were phonetically learning their lyrics.

Death Cab came on, and did a wonderfully...Death Cab type set.

Kraftwerk, a group of German synthesizers, had a weird, little-too-long set.

Portishead. ...Portishead...I DON'T GET IT. I found them to be boring, the singer to be annoyingly emo, and...repetitive. just sooo damn repeptitive. I couldn't even tell one song from another.

Then. Prince. PRINCE. Prince opened Coachella by coming in and telling the audience "COACHELLA, I AM HERE". Cody knew the word to every song. Prince was too fierce to exist. and mad props to Sheila E--that bitch can drum.

Sunday all I saw was Roger Waters. THAT in itself is its own post.



Ok, f*ck finals, back to studying