Coachella. Yiddish for “I feel like a smushed sardine.” Last Monday I returned from the desert. Coachella’s setting is gorgeous and lineups are always right up my alley, but it was like they pumped steroids into the less crowded, more mellow years (not that I’m a total vet). In attempts
to maneuver around the polo field, I felt like a sardine smushed against soaking wet, big hairy bodies. And the lines…the lines! “Coachella. Wait in line to wait in line.”
Don’t get me wrong – it’s super fun, the music rules, and definitely an experience
to be had. Just make sure you do sufficient mental prep…imagine you’re going to India.
With that, here go my highlights.
Haim. Infatuated by them – these sisters (born in ’86, ’89, ’91) are so talented, cool-bizarre, and put on an awesome show. The fact that I’m their age adds bonus appeal. Danielle is my fave. *Favorite Song: My Song 5*
Strong Enough cover
Duke Dumont. The bass was pulsing through me in the Yuma tent – definitely adopted some new moves. Duke (aka. Adam) and I were almost born on the same day just 7 years apart. Twins.
I Got You ft. Jax Jones
Rudimental. This newish British electronic group has so much energy – they’re awesome to watch and dance to.
Outkast. Threw in Purple Ribbon All-Star’s “Kryptonite.” Pumped me up.
Alesso. I could sweat and jump to him all day.
City of Dreams
Pharrell. I sort of can’t stand him, but he brought on…T.I., Pusha T, Busta Rhymes, Usher, and my favorite, Jay. Heaven.
Watch Jay emerge (around 2:20)…freshhhhhh
Classixx. Crisp. Clean. All hail LA.
Calvin Harris. Obvi.
Fatboy Slim. Semi-missed him – was too late and the sardine effect was so strong, but it was love. He’s old.
Spaced out Frieda