You know that feeling of hearing a song, falling in love with it, then hearing it on mainstream radio and suddenly it takes a completely different meaning. Yeah, well this explains exactly how I feel about Coachella.
Eight years ago was the first time I attended and it was everything I expected. It was magical to say the least. I was looking forward to watching about 50 percent of the acts and wished that weekend would go on forever. I left thinking I would attend every year thereafter and highly anticipated the next lineup.
The 2002 lineup
Coachella went from Bjork to Beyonce? Seriously?
Four years ago was my third Coachella and its increase in popularity diminished how I felt about the event. I was sure that would be the last time I’d go.
I made my way to the desert this past weekend planning only to attend Coachella parties. I was lucky enough to get into the Anthem party and was appreciative to have also gotten into the Coachella festival grounds free of charge. Once in, I was completely overwhelmed by the amount of people in attendance. About 50,00 too many. I was glad I got to see The xx and Hot Chip but I could not wait to leave after those few hours. It was all a massive, sticky, sweaty, dirty clusterfuck. Maybe I just felt old and no longer found the slew of barefoot, drug-induced hippies appealing. Or maybe it was the enormously large crowd of people who attended for the sake of attending that took away from the beauty that Coachella once represented. It is no longer only a celebration of music. It has become the “thing to do.” It has become something I’ve grown out of and now when that weekend rolls by, I’ll find something else to do.
Here are the few pictures I took.