After seven days of aggressively scrolling the Instagram explore feed and stressing over conflicting set times, the second weekend of the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival was finally here and, more importantly, we were here. We were sticky and sweaty, but we were here.
Now that the models and bloggers are through parading the polo fields, it was time for the real show to begin for the real people to enjoy it.
We hopped off the shuttle and made our way through security around 4 p.m. on Friday, giving us just enough time to determine a meeting place for those who wanted to see Kiesza over Keys N Krates. The Keys N Krates set was the perfect way to warm up for the weekend and, after regrouping under the gold art structure between Gobi and Mojave, I heard Kiesza wasn’t a bad alternative.
Photo: Timothy Norris
I planned on making it to the Coachella Stage for Tame Impala, but knew I’d see those groovy fools at Outside Lands anyways. I spent the lot of Friday at the Outdoor Theatre, where Raekwon and Ghostface Killah, Alabama Shakes and Nero made it hard to walk away, but I made time for DJ Snake and his special guest, Rae Sremmurd, and caught the last of Porter’s set before Alesso. For one of very few to be invited back to Coachella a second year in a row, you’d think Alesso would take the time to work on his transitions and engage his audience, but I guess it’s already really hard to stand there and press play. And no, I didn’t see AC/DC.
Saturday. This was my day. Alison Wonderland, Chet Faker, Glass Animals, Duke Dumont, Alt-J, SBTRKT and Axwell ^ Ingrosso. With soft lights bouncing off the chandeliers, I thought the Gobi tent was so appropriate for Glass Animals. After playing my favorite songs “Gooey,” and “Toes, ” they covered Kanye West’s “Love Lockdown,” but I left halfway through to see Alt-J close with their hit, “Breezeblocks.” I spent most of Saturday avoiding bathroom breaks and strategically weaving through crowds in attempt to stay on my perfectly timed schedule. I wasn’t successful and stuffed my sad face full of crab fries before crafting a more viable plan for the evening.
I tried to see SBTRKT - I really did - but Flosstradamus literally stopped us in our tracks and we stayed for the rest of the set. Afterward, we headed to the Coachella stage for our dreaded darling, The Weeknd. I didn’t expect him to play his rework of Beyonce’s “Drunk In Love” and definitely didn’t expect him to bring out our humble friend, Kanye West, as a special guest. It really was a great a set, but I had to leave for Axwell ^ Ingrosso. The Swedish duo will also be performing at Outside Lands this Summer, but I needed to close the evening with lights, bass and confetti. It was outstanding.
On the final day of the festival, we watched What So Not from the comforting shade of the beer garden and then hit the Do Lab for some water guns and Old School hip hop. In the blistering desert heat, the Do Lab was a mirage. Our little oasis of fun and funk. I regret not spending more time there.
Near sunset, we all left Madeon and headed toward the Coachella Stage to gather under the cotton candy sky for Kaskade. Amazing, just amazing. The peachy pink clouds provided the perfect backdrop to a perfect set. It was good to see Kaskade again.
We changed gears for Stromae in Mojave before heading back to the Coachella Stage to see Florence and the Machine. Our little redhead broke her foot during the festival’s first weekend and had her guitarist carry her to the mic and, to make up for her seated performance, she brought out Father John Misty as a special guest. Florence and the Machine was hands down my favorite performance of the weekend. We all relaxed in the grass and held hands listening to her voice, her enthusiasm and her stories behind each song. Florence Welch is a beautiful being.
I think we can all agree that Drake sufficiently ruined his relationship with Madonna. His reaction after she planted one on him was as humiliating as it was hilarious and we all knew she wouldn’t be his special guest. We played guessing games all weekend and went wild when Drizzy began his verse from “Truffle Butter” and introduced Miss Nicki Minaj.
The audience was screaming and snapchatting as Nicki walked across the stage...and then walked right off. That’s right, she walked on and walked off. Didn’t sing a lyric, didn’t say a word. Drake sang a few more songs and the lights dimmed. We all waited, confused and disappointed. We waited and waited, but it was clear the show was over. Coachella was over. What just happened?
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Posted by Coachella on Wednesday, April 22, 2015