So Coachella 2012 weekend two was amazing. Seriously why have I not gone before? With big blue skies, soaring temperatures (40 degrees!), good friends and a lineup of stellar music, there was no way this weekend could have been any better.
Here are some pics from the weekend:
We were lucky enough to stay with a friend’s parents’ place. Who knew it would look like a page right out of architectural digest? (Yeah I happened to coordinate with the accents, what can I say?)
Day one was amazing. We took in The Sheepdogs, Other Lives, Gary Clark Jr., Mazzy Star and finished off the evening with The Black Keys.
As mentioned it was scorching hot so day two involved tracking down some bandannas, to make these guys look badass of course.
It also involved an insane amount of good music starting out with Dragonette (where their computer kept overheating), Childish Gambino (Troy from Community raps for those who didn’t know), Noel Gallagher, Feist, dancing to David Guetta and chilling at Bon Iver.
Radiohead closed the evening with mind-blowing performance even if Thom flubbed a couple lines and giggled.
So Day three was the one I had been waiting for. After catching the the last song by the folk-duo First Aid Kit (definitely worth listening to) and dancing to Santigold (a less aggressive version of MIA) next up was Gotye. Even though I am sure most people in the crowd only knew “Somebody that I Used to Know”, he still managed to get everyone up dancing and singing. We zipped over to catch Girl Talk who drew a massive crowd with his easy-to-dance-to mashups.
Then it was time for the woman I had been waiting for: Florence and the Machine. Dressed in a black leotard with gauzy wings and as kooky as ever, Flo put on a wicked show. Best part about it was I could actually see the stage. A really tall guy was nice enough to switch spots (seriously, who does that?!). If you haven’t seen her and you have a chance to you should (pssst, she’s coming to Vancouver).
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and yes, hologram Tupac closed Coachella. We were all surprised (or maybe a bit embarrassed) to realize we actually know way more of his songs that we thought—who knew we were such gangstas.
So, see you at Coachella next year?