Make Your Own Coachella Blog Post
Wow, I just got back from Coachella, and let me be the first to say that it was
{GREAT!/AMAZING!/deck}.
I got to Cali late Friday night. We wanted to keep things low key, but after
{doing some lines/pounding some beers/snorting some Vicodin} we decided to hit the town. I'm not sure what happened, but the next thing I know it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon and my phone is ringing off the hook. My friends are all, "Dude, we need to head to Indio now, the show's about to start and I really don't want to miss
{insert completely unknown band that had the misfortune of playing first on Saturday here}! They're like the best thing since the Arcade Fire!
So we get to the fairgrounds, and let me tell you, it was
{beautiful/unlike anything/deck}. We headed straight to the mainstage to see the Raveonettes, even though I don't like a single thing they've done since their EP. We stuck around for a few songs before we headed over to check out Peretz. Man, that Perry Ferrell is really
{talented/fucked up/Jewish}. Gotta love him.
Flash forward to that night. I'm completely
{shitfaced/dehydrated/rolling my ass off} and feeling no pain whatsoever. I ended up making out with a 16 year-old emo girl as the sun was setting, right when Rivers Cuomo belted out "Your son is drowning in the bloooooooood." It was
{hot/surreal/illegal}. After yelling "play something off Pinkerton!" we headed over to the Mojave tent to see Bloc Party. Believe it or not, I had never seen them live before, so I was shocked to find out that the lead singer is so
{cool/energetic/black}. I'm down with that.
After BP (as I like to call them) we headed to some nearby hotel where
{Carlos D/Andy Dick/Zach Braff} was having an afterparty. It was 'aight.
Sunday. I woke up with a massive headache, which seems to be becoming a pattern
{LOL!/:-)/kill me}. I told my boys that no matter what, I had to see
{the Shout Out Louds/Kasabian/the Futureheads} and I'd consider the trip a complete waste if I didn't. Unfortunately, it was already 4pm and I missed them all. Fuck. We threw on some clothes and rushed to the fairgrounds and made it there just in time to see The Arcade Fire. I was a big AF fan before
{Funeral came out/they started making videos/you were} so obviously I had already seen them live a million times before, but this time was different. Maybe this is the K talking, but it was a religious experience. Truly.
Speaking of religious experiences, I think I can die now. I FINALLY got to see New Order live. I've loved those guys since
{I was a kid/I first heard The Killers/somebody told me I was supposed to} and needless to say, they didn't disappoint. I left after their set because I had an early flight home. No worries, I heard that Bright Eyes
{sucked/sucked/sucked} anyway. So whatever.
All in all, though, great time. I saw some great bands, made out with some great chicks, and did some great drugs. Coachella 2005 will go down in history as the
{greatest weekend of my life/greatest concert I've ever been to/place where Carlos D gave me herpes} and because of that I'll never forget it.
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b at 3:37 PM
