Day 3

As the temperature in the desert was peaking. I saw Rusko. It was everything you would expect from a dubstep set. Dirty, grimy, nasty, people getting down-with-the-get-down. I wasn't really in the mood to party hard, but the second I stepped in the Sahara the energy proved to be too much. i couldn't help but join the crowd.



I bought an ice cream and headed over to Florence and the Machine. I honestly had no idea what this concert would be like. I just had free time and decided to check out some acts that were going on at the time. I found a really nice place to watch because the chick next to me was fanning herself and as a consequence, she was fanning me as well ( I was sure to thank her for cooling me off the entire concert). Music was pretty good. But this girl is a red-headed rockstar, great energy and she was fun to watch.



Sat and watched the crowd get down at Club 75. Watching everyone dancing, the old and young. The drunk and drugged. Lawyers, doctors, teachers whoever. At this point I understood what a celebration was. A festival of music. All sorts of people, genuinely appreciating music, in whatever way they want. The energy was just so positive, I couldn't help but sit there and smile. The desert is an amazing place.

Took it easy for the early part of the evening. Caught a little but of Thom Yorke's set, but I also wanted to check out this one guys set, whose music I never really got into, but he was suppose to have a pretty legit set-up. Plastikman

This could have possibly been my absolute favorite show of the weekend. It totally blew my mind. Plastikman shaking my soul with minimalist techno while behind a giant wall of LED lights. The greatness of this show is hard to put into words. The music went along perfectly with the visuals. The energy of the crowd was great. I was posted on a giant camera with cushioned seats and had a great view of the show. I had a good conversation with a drugged out middle-aged couple and a guy dressed in American flag attire. Yes yes yes. I will put my foot down and say 100%, that was the best show I experienced all weekend. Coachella, thank you for introducing me to Plastikman.

No justice. You just had to be there.

Ended up being late to the Gorillaz because I couldn't tear myself away from Plastikman. I loved their set. Little Dragon songs were too good. I was glad I got to see them perform, but got even more sad that I missed their set (sigh). I appreciated the variety of songs and styles of music they played. It made for a perfect ending to a celebration of all styles of music.

Genuine and powerful

And 1 month later, I still think about my time in the desert quite regularly. It makes me happy. It helps me enjoy other people's company. As weird as it sounds, I am a better person for experiencing Coachella.

I promised a stranger that I wouldn't take off my wristband until I felt like my spirit no longer wanted to be at Coachella. I lasted a ~month before I took it off. My spirit still wants to be there. So to the girl whom this promise was made to: sorry!