PVD and the mescaline took me to a land far away, where goddesses with medium sized breast were worshiped and you could still get a good blowjob from a young boy. Paulistophanes rode the winged pegasus through the rainbow, and truth was on the other side. My head is a bucket full of soggy hammers and pills. Fuck you dishonorable togas, and shame on all who conceal their knives beneath the folds your treacherous hem and pink panties. Plato was a crossdresser too. By the way, I just had a threesome. It's all in the what that you play with your dog (and their kittens).
Tomorrw may always grow stronger...
Basement Jaxx, great show. Cool
White Stripes remix (second remix of that I've heard here).
Ferry Corsten and
PVD are both on stage at the club tent. This is a great way to end the festival. Most people appear to have either gone home or are at
The Cure.
Crystal Method made me dance. I decided to take a side tour to
Danger
Mouse on my way to
Basement Jaxx. He
just came out dressed in a mouse suit.
About 20 picture phones and 10 digital
cameras just went off. His blending of
beats and scratching is superb -- I wonder
if he'll use any
Beatles samples...
I am watching the stars with kelly, the mexican pootami who was straddling
the sprinkler this morning as I tried
to swim in the pool, but had to settle
for a sprinkler romp with my mexicana
bunny who had a crusty twat. I am watching
Air and she thinks I am a sexy boy.
Fast forward doesn't work in a live concert,
fuck. The acid has worn out, the mescaline
hasn't kicked in yet, so I'll turn my
old smoke, maybe pop a pill and crank
up my Crystal Method. Mahalo
A few things to add from last night...
Radiohead played
more after I stopped writing... They
did "You and Whose army," "Creep" and
"Everything in its Right Place." And
Thom threw in a mention that when he
was in college, it was the
Pixies that changed
his life. Such a unique festival
lineup to have all these bands who influenced
each other be able to play together...
the Pixies ended their monster set with line, “see
you all at
Kraftwerk.”
...speaking of Kraftwerk, what a weird/cool
show that was. Four old German guys who
kept changing into new robot costumes
and appeared to be putting on a multimedia
show with computers all while doing a
robot dance. I think I'm gonna buy the
cd...”We are the robots...”
At one point in the show I was dancing
by myself, and considering whether to
write another post (obviously I chose
not to), and I also noticed several people
around me taking digital photos of the
band or text messaging someone from
their cellphone, people dancing with
videocameras. I wonder if people enjoyed
music concerts more before all the gadgets.
Afterwards it took us soo long to find
the car, and then we were missing one
friend and after waiting and looking
for her and we finally found her, it
turned out she had been drinking beers
with the Pixies!
It took us till almost 4
am to get to our campsite, so we decided
to skip any afterparties.
I awoke this morning, after sleeping
outside on an air mattress, and decided
I wanted to go for a swim. Well, it
turned out that the pool was closed,
but at that point I was halfway to
where the showers were, and thought
I would settle for a nice cool shower.
Well the line for a shower was an hour
long, but then these sprinklers came
on, so I just bathed in the sprinklers.
It was probably water diverted from
the Colorado River. Gross. There was
a large breasted girl who was bathing
herself in the sprinkler and at times
appeared to really be violating the
sprinkler.
Anyway, we made a group decision at
7 am to not go back to the festival till
around five (for Belle
and Sebastian,
Air, Crystal
Method,
Basement Jaxx, and Paul
van Dyke -- we'd finish of the
festival strong with some dance music).
In the meantime, we figures we'd find
some brunch (stuffed our faces at all
you can eat buffet), and check in early
to our hotel for the night and at the
very least hang out at their pool. Anyway,
they kicked us out and cancelled our
reservations for just hanging out by
their pool. What the fuck!?! We had three
rooms reserved for that night.
Anyway, we found rooms at a better place,
went swimming, smoked, napped, and I
am sitting at B&S right now. Mellow.
I'm off to get some sort of meat on a
stick...
One more from Radiohead...
Planet Telex
And for a minute there, I lost MYSELF
Radiohead Set List cont'd:
Sail to the
Moon
I Might be Wrong
Sit Down Stand Up
No Surprises
National Anthem
Paranoid Android
Idiotech
Street Spirit
E: You and Whose Army
GOD LOVES HIS CHILDREN
Now off to hard-core conscience hip-hop,
and old skool german techno...
Radiohead Set List cont'd:
The Gloaming
-- Thom's voice is very hoarse and he's competing with
loud bass coming from the other stage...
Karma Police...
Radiohead Set List:
There There
2 +2=5
Lucky (thanks to
Putty!)
-- definitely noticing some hoarseness
in thom's voice--
Myxomatosis
My Iron Lung
This just confirmed,
Radiohead is playing. "There
There..."
Fucking
Pixies man!! That's all I'll be saying...
till
Radiohead comes on.
Pixies set List:
Bone Machine
U-Mass
Isla
Wave of Mutilation (orig.)
Broken Face
# 13 baby
Caribou
Thirteen
Gouge Away
Tame
Monkey Gone to Heaven
Debaser
Velouria
(Song from doolittle I forgot)
Gigantic
Nimrod's Son (second half very slow
- quarter tempo... very haunting)
Incestuous
Union!
Here comes your man (As a
note...there is NOTHING wrong w/ Kim's
bass playing...she sounds very crisp)
[feat. spacey jam]
Where is My Mind?
Into the Wire
It appears that the band has
forgotten that they released
Bossanova and Trompe (only one song from each)
I've decided to stay put for Radiohead (and I'll
let those pills I just took do their
work), the crowds are too much to deal with, and I just saw Stereolab last week.
Just when I'd given up on finding everyone I'd come here with, a large
cloud of smoke cleared.
Sparta ended
their set (a great
Jane's Addiction-influenced band,
even through in some political jabs at
the president)... ok, here come
the Pixies.
Beck was way too crowded, and a very mellow acoustic
set... got water, tried to recoup in
Sahara tent but
Danny Howells kept us
dancing (and tripping my face off), and
he appeared to be using an antique 1930s
telephone with a crankshaft as headphones.
Ok... I'm outside now listening to
Death
Cab for Cutie... wait, I gotta mention
that I just saw about 10 security guards
out of nowhere jump a guy who was dancing
right in front of me. Death Cab rocks
the desert right now.
I'm now sitting on the grass outside the gobi tent where Beck is about
to come on. It's damn hot. This tent is way crowded, and the acid is
starting to kick in...
Okay, so it is 103 degrees out (maybe a little less) and so far I have seen
a guy in a bear suit, several people with animal pelts and multiple
women wearing leg warmers. Function over form, people.
The Sahara tent is set up as a club.
No bands... just DJs. Fontaine is
really groovin' right now. There is
a good light system in here that will
look great when the sun goes down.
Aside from refusing to let you bring
in water, the Coachella people have
a good setup. Plenty of room at the
moment. It might be worse as The
Pixies begin.
Kinky just putting on a great set... with their latin-house-alt
rock beat, the crowd is just starting
to get warmed up... the keyboardist is
dressed in a three-piece suit, which
means that he is going to collapse from
the 100 degree heat any second now.
Off to
Seb Fontaine.
The Sounds just ended, kinda fun, sounded like someone
ran over a
New Order album. Wandered
over to see
Howie Day who used to be
cool, but now sucks. “It's
the perfect time of day, I gave up on
being cool and now sound like
John Mayer...” Next
comes
Kinky, but must meet friend at
evil robot statue first...
In festival.
The Sounds on the main stage.
My tampons have busted, there is blood everywhere. Is it mine or that
Mexican whore I met at the Chevron? The
Asian love slave wearing fuckme black boots with cum stains is gripping
about her hair. Asians and their goddamn hair. Why is it you can get a
haircut in a club in Tokyo and every Japanese football player has either
blonde or green hair? As if. Speaking of, we just passed an internment
camp which they now call Indio. It's a Marine base where children sell
ether for blowjobs.
Michael Jackson is no stranger to this desert. Where
are the goddamned after-parties when you need them? Still stuck in traffic.
Mahalo.
[ed. note: Sebastian has been known to
dabble in the sauce]
Choices, choices, choices. This is one of the biggest challenges of
large festivals. Example: Do you choose
techno godfathers
Kraftwerk or new turk
MF Doom?
Incidentally, Denny's has wicked awful
service.
Had to abandon the car in Venice. I'm now crammed into a friend's civic
and headed east -- oh look, there's Dodger
stadium --should arrive at our Palm Springs
hotel before midnight.
So we are saying now that
Radiohead is
for sure canceled due to Thom Yorke's
illness. Word is that
Beck may
be taking the timeslot perhaps with the
rest of Radiohead or
The Flaming Lips backing him up.
Ok, here's what's happened since I got to LA:
Took taxi across city to Porsche. Drove Porsche approximatley 2 miles before
it broke on side of highway in Compton (the cable popped off the shifter for
all you car guys). Anyway, after waiting for a tow truck for an hour or so, I
figured out how to fix it with a coat hanger -- which is a good thing because it
just happened again about ten minutes ago. But before fixing it again I pushed
the car into a parking spot and walked over to a Mexican restaurant for some
margaritas and salsa...
A friend of a friend in LA who is pretty well connected says that
Radiohead has
officially canceled... As of yesterday, they were still coming hoping
that Thom Yorke's throat infection clears up in time for him to sing
tomorrow night. Hmmmmm ...
Hello Yawners, it's been a long week, but I'm finally on the airplane
on my way out to LA en route to the Coachella music festival! When
I get to LA, the first order of business is to pick up my friend's
Porsche at the body shop -- after using his car all weekend, I then
need to bring it to a dealer to sell it -- the reason it's at a body
shop is a long story, the moral of which is never trust a crack dealer
to sell a car for you. Anyway, after those logistics are out of the
way, it's time to put the top down and drive out to the desert...
So far, here's what I have to say about the festival:
The lineup was posted yesterday (
view
it here), and it looks like they added
Beck as a late addition,
cool.
It's supposed to be 103 degrees tomorrow and they still aren't letting us bring
in our own water.
I'll be seeing lots and lots of bands, but here are the main ones I'm after tomorrow:
2.25-3.10
Kinky
3.15-4.30
Seb Fontaine
4.35-5.20
Beck
5.10-6.00
Death Cab for Cutie
6.00-7.30
Sander Klienenberg
7.20-8.20
Pixies
8.05-8.55
Stereolab
9.00-10.30
Radiohead
10.40-11.52
Kraftwerk
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