emarkably, I’m not sunburnt. It was an impulsive situational decision to go, but I got back from Coachella last week and felt personally pleased and enriched to have survived my fourth Coachella. I went, I listened, I fasted. I don’t know exactly what temperature each day topped at, but the forecasts went 91-97-97. AKA: So not Nor*Cal weather. Still, through careful hydration and conscious under-tent positioning and ponying it up for an on-site bikini change (I’m really questioning why I brought those pleather shorts along…), I made it through!
Charlene was a great partner in attending. While we have different musical tastes, we overlapped on some of the best performances. And we both hate Phoenix. So.
Mario Cotto, Raymond Roker at Yuma
I had to check out the Yuma tent, and it is a godsend in that weather! New to the site, it’s the only fully enclosed space on the fields (unless you count the individual port-o-potties, but yo, that’s gross). Equipped with fans, lit by spinning fixtures, and adorned by classic-inspired art, it was a cool cool place. Initially I breezed through just to get a sense of what the hype was about. I wouldn’t fully realize it until later.
Dillon Francis at Sahara
I just recognized his name and headed to Sahara. It was a great set, and set the energy just right for me for the rest of the weekend.
Metric at Coachella Stage
The first set I caught on the main stage. It wasn’t bad at all, but it wasn’t mind-blowingly good. I enjoyed it, but the most memorable moment was when they played one of Megan’s favorite songs and I texted her to let her know I was thinking of her.
Alt-J at Mojave
Right about this time I was working to avoid a heat reaction that was creeping up on my body. I sat in the way back, admiring from afar. Alt-J is one of those bands whose singer sounds significantly different from the album, which could be a little jarring to listeners. Also, I did not know they are British, but that’s a fact that I think is more fun to learn at a live show than it is through Wikipedia.
Four Tet at Yuma
Four Tet’s set was right around dinner time: 6 p.m. His ambient music has gotten me through many a work session, and being that I was close to overheating I figured I should strategically get myself into the Yuma tent for shelter. When I got to the area, though, it looked hopeless. The line wrapped around the center food court in an almost complete circle, and there were only ten minutes til start time. I didn’t see any other acts as notable alternates, and I was also too hot to wander around from stage to stage. Whatever. Brain fried, I purchased my “dinner” – frozen lemonade – and got in line, chipping away at the ice. Continue reading