Now that was a weekend. Apologies for not updating much...I've had some great experiences in the last few weeks that really should have gotten some press here, such as a stellar vacation in Tokyo. Maybe we'll still get to that. But the buzzing in my head demands immediate explanation.
We just rolled back into town after a wild 4-day weekend at Coachella, the giant 2-day rock festival down near Palm Springs. The trip was an unabashed success...so much, in fact, that Skip randomly felt compelled to exclaim "this trip is really successful!" this morning. We all kind of overdid it on Saturday, so we spent the first half of Sunday drinking while swimming at the resort's luxurious pool array. It was retarded.
I only caught her last three songs, but this chick definitely lives up to her scrappy reputation. No-frills presentation (just MC and DJ) put her verbal assaults right up in ya grill. Eh, she's fun. Still, I only came into this sweltering tent to get a good spot for...
Wow, it has been a few years since I last saw him play live...but I think he's actually gotten even more absurdly energetic and spirited since his solo album came out (ages ago). I expected to hear some new material, but I'd somehow forgotten the unspoken rule that Coachella setlists = greatest hits. Doesn't matter, though--LB was on fire, as was his band. Awesome stuff. Eleven more hours of this! And that's just today...
I've got no beef with Common's R&B-infused hip hoppin', but I'm secretly pushing my way through the throngs of vaguely-interested hippies in order to secure a good spot for...
The last-minute festival addition (2 days before!) has the nerve to show up to the stage about 20 minutes late (which sucks, because they can't really run over--Kanye mentioned that he was having to revise his set list because he was late. Lame.) and still gave my favorite performance of the entire weekend. I really had no idea that he was that good of a performer. He's certainly not the best rapper, but his band, DJ, backup singers, and uh, string quartet add lots of sizzle. Plus, Kanye had fun with all us white kids--first, he suggested that we all should sing along to 'Gold Digger' since it's the only time we can say that word without getting in trouble, and then he led everyone in a full-on karaoke of a-ha's 'Take on Me.'
I had to skip My Morning Jacket (who rocked my face off last fall at the Fillmore) to see Kanye, and it was actually worth it. Insane! In other news, the sun has finally set, so now I love Coachella even more.
As I'm starting to flee the main stage, I hear what appears to be an Elvish horn of nerd summoning--aka, some sort of spooky, moog-y beacon alerting the hip hop fans of an impending Sigur Ros concert. As us street people swarm out in our Timberlands and sideways baseball caps, we pass legions of nerds, hippies, and Europeans filtering towards the stage. I think I saw someone carrying a Dungeon Master's Screen, and I heard at least two entirely made-up languages being spoken. Actually, I kind of wish I'd stayed. Despite singing in a made-up language, Sigur Ros somehow escapes my wrath--their music is just too pretty. Sorry.
But I went to see Ladytron instead -- I'd seen them a few years back, but their last album showed a lot of growth so they beat out the LOTRockers. They sounded good, but the show leaned on their older stuff, which sounds a tad dated compared to their newer, more sophisticated sound. Maybe I should have listened to the unicorns and shit. Oh well.
Damien "Jr. Gong" Marley (and his 19 friends)
Nothing could stop this grinding reggae party from running way over its alotted time slot, and I was all for it. The jams were dope, and it was once again easy to walk through groups of dazed hipsters to get dangerously close to the...
Eagles of Death Metal
Wow, these guys rocked. I'd heard that they were good, but somehow never actually investigated. But yeah, they put on a helluva show. Double drumming (from Josh Homme and some hot chick) gives their sound some extra kick, and their frontman is a total nut. Catch these guys on tour.
I'd heard some of these guys on other projects, but hadn't actually heard any of this rap/rock hybrid's work. Good crowd interaction, some sick tracks, and uh...I can't believe I've seen all of these bands. The goblet of rock runneth over.
I'm so lame that I just sit down near the throbbing, glowstik-filled tent and enjoy Daft Punk's first performance in five years from a safe distance. Apparently they dressed up like robots and had a light show to rival the one on my Nuon. Skip was apparently up front, possibly wearing a Cat in the Hat hat.
day 2 coverage tomorrow...