Isaac took these with his Fish Eye..
Aren’t they fab…
And so we packed up… The car was a complete shithole… Isaac emptied it and I tried to sort our stuff into some semblance of order. We dumped the tights… Those useless excuses for sleeping bags. Discovered my magnifying mirror (yes… I did take it with me, completely blind as I am these days…) had melted a long brown scar into the beige leather of the driver’s seat… Oops! Cleared out a bin bag worth of beer and rosé bottles, warm fanta, crisp packets, half eaten burritos and paninis, musty flannels, damp towels, underwear, worn socks, empty fag packets, fag butts, bottle tops etc etc. Discovered we’d left the seat warmers on all night and the battery was dead. Oops again. Asked around and plenty others were in the same boat. A wise group had brought along some jump leads and gradually everyone got going again, as in a chain of goodwill, the ones who’d just been helped, gave a hand to the next.
We said goodbye to our gorgeous, lovely, friendly neighbours, promising to keep in touch – when Facebook actually comes into its own – and we hit the road.
Our sitting room…
Our bedroom… With its own walk in wardrobe…
Our bathroom, which also had a wet room with two showers and two loos!
Little and large. So LA. She was fascinating… I stood next to her at the bar and she was about 6’4″ in her heels, the guy a diminutive 5’2″. Such a weird coupling. I sneaked these shots pretending to take the view…
What a pair…
Listened to Gotye from the back of the crowd as the sun sidled behind the mountains.
Took in DJ Shadow. amazing set and lights and moving pictures. Truly spectacular. Really liked this set.
And finally, Snoop Dog and Dr Dre. We got high on the weed filled air as we watched the coming together of some of the most famous names in hip-hop. Among others, Tupak back from the dead, 50 cent, and my highlight… Eminem! Amazing show.
Slow stroll back to the tent along with a hundred thousand other bods and our last night, drinking tea, smoking and chilling with the crew. It’s been amazing and wild and fun and now I’m looking forward to a proper sleep in a proper bed… Hey… Give me a break… The old crow’s not done too bad!
Friday Running Order:
After a freezing night and the realisation that the sleeping bags we’d brought with us were not as warm as a pair of ten denier tights we woke up to sun and laughter and music and breakfast smells…
Our neighbours, we soon discovered, were a really lovely bunch offering to share their beer, water, food, company and anything else you could think of. I was glad to meet up with some young folks as I secretly harboured a fear that Isaac would regret coming all the way to America for Coachella with his mother and find me a rather boring festival buddy. I also worried that people would think it rather odd that he’d got to put up with me and he’d be embarrassed by me, so I was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone seemed to think it cool and dandy and they all said they wished their Mums would do such a thing with them. They were probably just being nice, but even the receptionists at The Standard were fascinated and wished us have a great time…
I’d found a great tea and coffee stall last night so I headed off there as soon as we woke. We all sat drinking and chatting and smoking in the sun in our PJ’s feeling very chilled. We explored a little and bought towels (yes… Another thing I forgot) and flip flops for Isaac and discovered where the showers were but decided to avoid them for the moment due to the lengthy queue. Baby wipes are great and make you smell nice too! By the time we’d got our act together and were ready to have breakfast it was about 12 pm and we ended up eating a ginormous and delicious sandwich and I started on the warm rosé… Isaac enjoyed some cool beers courtesy of our new friends…
Kiana, Olley, Kerry, Jimmy, Allie, Vicky, Sam, Zak, me, Kevin, Isaac, Alex… and forgive me if I’ve spelled anyone’s name incorrectly…
We headed into the arena around two intending to watch Grouplove at 5. The queues were huge and it took us an age to get in – tight security and bag checks etc and not enough gates open. It was sunny and warm though so we weren’t too bothered. Isaac had to wait in the boys line and me in the girls but we both got chatting to peeps and finally we were in. The site is beautiful… A huge circular lush green plain surrounded by palm trees and behind them 360 degrees of mountains, many snowcapped. We really felt like a drink but discovered extra tight security inside the arena. The drinking age in California is 21, no matter that the vast majority of peeps are off their heads with weed and other chemicals. The bars were all manned by security and you had to take your ID to a check point to receive a wrist band. I waited in another line and got quite shirty when my ID was asked for – I’m 51 for God’s sake – my retort and eventually they agreed to let me have a wrist band without returning all the way back to the camp site for my passport! The Californian air would have been blue with very English sounding expletives If they’d not agreed.
I entered the beer garden, which was very lovely and civilised by the way, and purchased a large white wine spritzer only to find I had to consume it inside the fenced confines. I could see Isaac waiting patiently on the other side of the fence so I downed it and decided we needed a plan… He needed to see this…
Plan was, I went to the loo and painstakingly unstuck my wrist band which took about 15 minutes due to it being feathered so when you unpeeled it you had to individually unstick about 30 tiny triangles. But I managed it and snuck it out to Isaac, who then went to the loo to stick it round his own wrist. I then joined another line and had to go through the same rigmarole – I’m 51 for God’s sake – to get another wrist band… But finally we were in business!
We were so relieved to be there we just sat and people-watched for hours. Ate the best chips ever – duck fat garlic fries with fresh crab and aioli – scrummy and drank several extremely expensive white wines and beers.
Grouplove were amazing. Isaac hadn’t seen them before so it was great for him. I saw them on a tiny stage at Latitude last year and I enjoyed them even more this time in the sun on their home turf. Bought their new CD.
Caught The Arctic Monkeys after that and had a few more beers and then… It became very dark and grey and cloudy and began to rain. Isaac, sporting only shorts, vest and flip flops was shivering timbers so we returned to the campsite to change into warmer gear. I’d come prepared with cashmere and leggings and boots – I’d heard the desert nights could get chilly – and we met up with our neighbours who were also changing. First time in 14 years it had rained at Coachella. Mmm. Say no more. Once warm we didn’t care and we headed back with the crew. Shorter queues this time and happy times were had by all helped along by Allie’s special happy vibes.
Watched M Ward, Rapture, M83 and it was all fab and I can remember bugger all. Missed Pulp, Mazzie Star and The Black Keys, but it was still definitely fab! That I know…
Ended the night drinking tea under shooting stars watching the craziest show in the world.
Lucent Dossier… On the Do laB stage. They are a crazy kind of circus troupe. Dancs. Gymnasts. Musicians. Trapeze artists. Amazing. The bass was so loud it hurt my throat. I have no photos as I forgot to take my camera in, but here’s a couple of photos from the LA times and a video link.
Got back to the car about 2am, warmed up courtesy of the white-beast-of-bling’s seat warmers, kept all our clothes on and slept like babies.
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