Coachella Recap!

I knew it was going to be hot, but it was supergrosssicksweatnasty hot. Brian Posehn, who always plays the big creepy janitor-stalker-weirdo on tv, was really funny, tall, and looks like an albino bear... but not a polar bear. Of Montreal sounded crappy, and their show at the Clubhouse in January was so much better. They didn't have a slew of cool props and costumes, BUT I did see Kevin Barnes walking around like a normal person who just happens to wear marionette-styled rouge circles on his cheeks after Jesus and Mary Chain. Intense. Silversun Pickups were solid, and I'm excited to see them on smaller scale this Friday. I saw Stephen Marley perform "Could You Be Loved," and that was enough reggae for the weekend. Amy Winehouse was seriously impressive, and seriously tipsy. But there's no use telling her to go to rehab, pffft no no no. Peaches wore a black leather leotard and was awesome. I was hoping that Feist would magically end up on stage, since their buds and all, but to no avail. Scarlett Johansson sang with Jesus and Mary Chain, and she totally has cellulite. Fun fact. Jarvis Cocker speaks exactly like Austin Powers. Interpol sounded like Interpol. I didn't go over to the Outdoor Stage to see Sonic Youth due to pathetic exhaustion. Bjork is seriously my favorite human ever; if you ever have the opportunity to see her don't fuck it up.

The Cribs were excitingly minimal and British, and The Fratellis followed suit, minus Britain, plus Scotland. Regina was amazing. She played "Your Honor," which was super exciting and old. Hot Chip were right on the money. MSTRKRFT would've been cooler if there hadn't been barf in the Sahara tent. Peter Bjorn and John came off as major assholes, but it's impossible to dislike "Young Folks," even if, much like me, you can't whistle. Andrew Bird is the musical shit. I caught The Decemberists playing "The Mariner's Revenge Song." I thought Arcade Fire would put on a good show, but I was really impressed, and then I was impressed by being impressed by my impressionable state, impressively enough. Blonde Redhead was awesome. GIRL TALK WILL SO TOTALLY CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOR THE BETTER. LCD Soundsystem was precisely as fun as I had hoped, and dancing surely ensued even though I most definitely wanted to collapse. Cornelius was a sensuous experience, with mouths and paint and swastikas (which made me intensely nervous).

Anathallo were really fun. Bands with more than five people who all switch off instruments make life worth living. Tapes 'n Tapes and Grizzly Bear were perfect in succession. It was too hot to watch all of Explosions in the Sky's set. Junior Boys weren't that exciting. I couldn't believe how completely overflowed Gobi was while Rodrigo y Gabriela played. CSS had sound issues but Lovefoxxx is my new role model; we both own unitards!

Okay, that was Coachella. Except I forgot about the camping (which is cool and annoying when you are near a bunch of Canadians who use the phrase "Holy Saskatchewan!"). Cops had to break up a big group of looney tunes singing in a big circle by shining helicopter lights on them in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Some rasta guy near me wrote a song. These were the lyrics: "Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you police. Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you very much." I can't remember the tune for the life of me, but it was beautiful.