Tomorrow I am headed out to the Inland Empire for the second weekend of Coachella (after first spending the day visiting some old stomping grounds in LA). My friend Stacia goes every year and always attends the first weekend. But tickets to the first weekend this year sold out before they even announced the lineup, and in case I haven’t mentioned it here before my idea of a really good time involves lying down in bed and sleeping. That’s a perfect evening. A pillow would be great but it’s not totally necessary.
I am not about to buy tickets to a three-day music festival where there is a lot of not sleeping going on without knowing whether or not I like the bands. No. Nuh-uh. Stacia, I love you dearly and you are one of my closest friends, but as sister wives we are really going to butt heads over this.
Once they revealed the lineup, however, I was like CRAP. That’s every band I’ve been listening to for the last year or so. All in one place (Leta is going to be so jealous that I get to see “Pompeii” live). This includes Arcade Fire who will not be passing through Utah on their tour this year, and I’ve been meaning to write something of a dissertation on their latest album, why I think they are the American Radiohead, but then I realized even I would want to punch me in the face (doesn’t mean I won’t write it).
And so instead of spending the next few nights getting to bed early I will be standing on the grounds of a polo club with thousands and thousands of drunk strangers who all look like they fell off the pages of a fashion blog. Which isn’t so bad given how much I have missed seeing live music, something that brings me a lot of joy. Time to ditch my bed and let loose, for crying out loud.
Here are just a few of the bands on the lineup that I can’t wait to see:
“Holding on for Life”
“Help Me Lose My Mind”
“Coming of Age”
“Night Still Comes”
“Monkey Gone to Heaven”
“Driveway to Driveway”
“Lost in my Mind”
“Love is to Die”
“Be Your Man”