Was Coachella 2013 Worth the Drive from Phoenix?
Oliver Scherillo Coachella can take a lot out of a person.
If you went to Coachella last weekend, you're probably still sunburned, dehydrated, and physically exhausted. Sleeping in your own bed is a glorious feeling after camping out or crashing on a friend's hotel room floor, but some aches and pains are bound to persist. Fortunately, if you had a good-enough time at the festival, none of that matters. No pain no gain, right?
$349 is a fairly steep price, and all the driving and hanging out in the sun is exhausting. So was seeing Blur and Wu-Tang Clan worth it?
FridayFriday sucked. Festival Fridays almost always suck, because the first few hours of the day are spent getting used to the festival. There are people everywhere and it seems like no amount of water is enough. Once the sun goes down, the music magically seems to get better, and Passion Pit was, in fact, enjoyable.
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Most of Friday was a blur. I only vaguely remember Johnny Marr performing The Smiths' "Stop Me If You Think That You've Heard This One Before," because my main focus was getting hydrated. The Gobi tent was running significantly behind, which was a bummer after leaving Metric early to check out Japandroids only to find a vacant stage.
I hadn't quite got my timing right for seeing overlapping bands. I watched Beach House for a bit and it sounded beautiful, but I really wanted to see Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I enjoyed Modest Mouse, but took a brief break to check out Jello Biafra and the Guantanamo School of Medicine, which worked out since I arrived just in time for "California Uber Alles." Hearing original Smiths and Dead Kennedys songs in the same day was pretty rad.
I don't know if it was a matter of minor heat exhaustion or not being in the right mood, but The Stone Roses didn't do much for me. I was excited to hear "I Want to Be Adored" right off the bat, but it didn't seem like the right band to be watching at midnight after a long day. I ended Friday with Trent Reznor's How to Destroy Angels, which was a great call. The band sounded good and had cool visual effects, but they didn't quite have the gusto I was looking for in a closing band. Jurassic 5 would have been the right call, in hindsight.