It was 90 degrees when we arrived at the desert, towing along our 1979 red combi with a thousand other hipster hopefuls. The welcoming cops retort, ‘y’all don’t got drugs in here right?” while pretending to sift through our bags was the signal, our right of passage to everything hip. I had begun to feel the energy off the 2pm beer drinking crowd traipsing about in their sweat stained shirts eating spicy pie. Flags were flowing endlessly through the sky, and in less than an hour, all our neighbours had popped their tents. There we were, tecate wielding jet lagged travellers, finally settled in our first ever Coachella, the utter celluloid of cool.
The gates opened at 12nn and we immediately sprung to the famous roller coaster seeing the whole festival from the eye, I couldn’t have had a better vantage point that this. We walked through the grounds thereafter and really, I thought my heart came prepared for this. Seeing Haim’s eternal stage fvck face, a thousand other Ellie Goulding fans dancing in unison, squeezing ourselves in on Flumes set, trying to run to get to MSMR stage and just having enough energy to catch Outkast’s Hey Ya! blasting from 10 feet across, I was about to get a heart attack. My excitement officially geared to an all time high.
In the next two days I saw Chvrches, Washed Out, Capital Cities, Poolside, Flight Facilities, Foster the People, The 1975, Muse, Naked and Famous and man does the list go on. My legs were about to give up, and I had just missed Beyonce’s special appearance and Gwen Stefani+Snoop Dog hamming it up at Pharells set. A sandstorm alert also made its rounds but nothing could stop the whole festival grounds from beaming along. The Coachella moonman, (arguably the star of this weekend) also began to move, greeting every little dreamy earthling with “hey this is my show”. The 6 stages continued to draw crowds, and not one rested for the weary. As the flickering show lights began to ease off past midnight, Arcade Fire blew off the stage with its song, “ready to start”. I sat down, feeling every little grass brush through me. I was beat and knew my night was (pun intended) ready to end.
On our last day, I woke up peeking out of my tent, feeling like the dirtiest and most exhausted tiny person in the field. But I was also the happiest. I was told this would be life changing and damn it really was. Its really addictive, this thing called music. We were in an hourly trance and nothing else really mattered. If everyone revolved around the same bit of passion, bobbed their heads to a universal tune, and just learned to dance a little crazy each time, everything will be ok. Thank you and cheers Coachella, you were rad!