uh. about time i let this cat out of the bag.
pissed myself last year. but every other person you see is wet anyways so i just turned my shorts backwards and hustled to my camp. nobody suspected a thing... the end.
Greg Ginn last year was indescribably bad. Luckily I was spared from watching Cee Lo in 2011, but some in my group weren't as lucky and basically had their days ruined. And I may be in the minority who actually liked Animal Collective that year, but I definitely understand the criticism.
Friday - AC/DC, Ride, Tame Impala, Interpol, Caribou, FlyLo
Saturday - Run the Jewels, Jack White, Ratatat, Chet Faker, Perfume Genius
Sunday - Gesaffelstein, Panda Bear, St. Vincent, Lil B, Mac DeMarco, Not Drake
Radiohead was definitely not bad, but VERY disappointing weekend 1.
11/21 - Pearl Jam - Viejas Arena
Coachella 04, 06, 07, 08, 10, 11, 12, 13
In 2010 I made what I believe is my biggest Coachella mistake ever. I was enjoying the company of my good friend lucy and we were so excited for Orbital. The set began and BOOM - they began playing the brown album, my favorite, all the way through. I was dying of joy inside. My (now ex) bf stayed there with me while other friends went to go see Little Boots, and he kept talking crap on their lights. His words finally got to me and it began to bother me that Orbital's set up was lacking.. but the music was amazing. I walked away with him then and met our friend at Little Boots. As she talked up their laser show, I looked around at all the drugged-up zombies drooling near me, and I just started bawling. Couldn't stop. It felt amazing but I was so upset. Why walk away from Orbital? Still fucking kicking myself.
Also, last year, weekend 2. I was severely jet lagged and the heat got to me. Plus, as I mentioned in the bad neighbors thread, our neighbors fucking sucked. So we left Sunday at noon. Missed Modeselektor and Beirut. Still dying about those also
Even though I look like one, I'm not a cop.
Coachella 10, 12.1, 13.1, 14.2, 15.1
2006. Camped next to a marine and his slag who sung the praises of Bush until 4 in the fucking morning, then capped the night off with some gross, squishy sex. Thankfully that was brief.
AND TO WHOEVER STOLE MY $6 SOLAR POWERED BUTTERFLY STAKE LAST YEAR, I HOPE YOU FUCKING LIKE IT