long stories from coachella
so the number one way you dont want to start your day at coachella: throwing up before you even get there. i dont know if i ate a weird breakfast or something, but i felt like crap. not the best way to start out the day.
so the countdown started at 11 hours until rage against the machine.
i felt kind of ridiculous counting down the 11 hours,
until i realized that id been counting down for 7 years.
we hung out in the parking lot for a bit, drank beer, put on tons of sunscreen.
then we went in and walked around for a while.
i bought some 6 dollar pizza at around 130. which would be the only thing i ate all day. LAME.
then john headed over to the main stage for wait for rage to come on....at 2 o clock. seriously. well i thought it was a little ridiculous since they werent going on until 11 that night.
so i walked around some more. i saw the kooks, and they were amazing. and the guy next to me was smoking out of a corn cob pipe...also amazing.
next i headed over to see against me. do i need to say how amazing they were? well they were fucking great. i did get my septum ring ripped out a little bit. so its now about a 10 gauge piercing. haha.
so then it was time to head over to the main stage since rage was going on in 5 hours.
i had to sit through willie nelson. fucking ridiculous man. he was funny though, and everyone was smoking so much weed that i got high off of the crowd, so i guess i shouldnt complain.
then crowded house. i dont know whose fucking idea it was to put them on so close to the time that rage was going to come out, but it was a bad idea. they sucked real bad, and the sequins on the singers shirt werent really helping their case. a lot of booing insued, many bottles were thrown...one of them hitting the singer in the head, which i had to laugh at a little bit. so it wasnt really their fault, but if you are a band like that and you get asked to play the main stage 2 hours before rage, you take the side stage. end of story.
manu chao seemed like they took forever to set up. which is probably because everyone was packed in so tight that we couldnt move our arms...literally. but in the end they were really good. other than the fact that they sang in spanish and i couldnt understand a fucking thing, except the anti-bush remarks. still enjoyable though.
as soon as they were done, shit started getting out of hand.
a lot of the girls started getting out, since they looked like they were about to die. we were right by the baracade so we had to lift them up to get them to the guys helping them out. some guy asked if i wanted to get up and out. my response, of course, was "are you fucking kiddig?" the girls leaving before rage even started didnt really worry me. but then the 250 pound guys started getting out. i wish i had more upper body strenght at that point. then the tough looking guys with no shirts started getting out...which was when i started to get slightly worried. then most of my goup left, and rage still wasnt even set up yet.
about two songs in, the girl next to me passed out. she just went limp and i was trying to keep her up, but none of the assholes around us helped her out, and she was bigger then me so i couldnt really do much. i tried to get her to stand on my knee so she could get lifted out but the couldnt even move her legs. well she finally got out and i got to concentrate on the show again. it was amazing, other than the fact that the singer was forgetting some of the words and singing the guitar parts. haha. but the crowd was singing the right words, so it worked out. i started out about 50 feet from the front, which was pretty fucking close considering that there were about 50 thousand people behind me. but about 3/4 of the way into the set, somewhere around the end of renegades, i fucking passed out. i just remember thinking "oh fuck" and hitting the ground. i woke up on the ground on the other side of the baricade, seriously surprised that no one stepped on my neck. so i was in a pit for the rest of the set.
so i had a near death experience.
i couldnt breathe for 4 or so hours.
i limped out of the front area.
every bone in my body aches.
would i do it again?
in a second.
fuck that was a good show.
life is good
= )
so the countdown started at 11 hours until rage against the machine.
i felt kind of ridiculous counting down the 11 hours,
until i realized that id been counting down for 7 years.
we hung out in the parking lot for a bit, drank beer, put on tons of sunscreen.
then we went in and walked around for a while.
i bought some 6 dollar pizza at around 130. which would be the only thing i ate all day. LAME.
then john headed over to the main stage for wait for rage to come on....at 2 o clock. seriously. well i thought it was a little ridiculous since they werent going on until 11 that night.
so i walked around some more. i saw the kooks, and they were amazing. and the guy next to me was smoking out of a corn cob pipe...also amazing.
next i headed over to see against me. do i need to say how amazing they were? well they were fucking great. i did get my septum ring ripped out a little bit. so its now about a 10 gauge piercing. haha.
so then it was time to head over to the main stage since rage was going on in 5 hours.
i had to sit through willie nelson. fucking ridiculous man. he was funny though, and everyone was smoking so much weed that i got high off of the crowd, so i guess i shouldnt complain.
then crowded house. i dont know whose fucking idea it was to put them on so close to the time that rage was going to come out, but it was a bad idea. they sucked real bad, and the sequins on the singers shirt werent really helping their case. a lot of booing insued, many bottles were thrown...one of them hitting the singer in the head, which i had to laugh at a little bit. so it wasnt really their fault, but if you are a band like that and you get asked to play the main stage 2 hours before rage, you take the side stage. end of story.
manu chao seemed like they took forever to set up. which is probably because everyone was packed in so tight that we couldnt move our arms...literally. but in the end they were really good. other than the fact that they sang in spanish and i couldnt understand a fucking thing, except the anti-bush remarks. still enjoyable though.
as soon as they were done, shit started getting out of hand.
a lot of the girls started getting out, since they looked like they were about to die. we were right by the baracade so we had to lift them up to get them to the guys helping them out. some guy asked if i wanted to get up and out. my response, of course, was "are you fucking kiddig?" the girls leaving before rage even started didnt really worry me. but then the 250 pound guys started getting out. i wish i had more upper body strenght at that point. then the tough looking guys with no shirts started getting out...which was when i started to get slightly worried. then most of my goup left, and rage still wasnt even set up yet.
about two songs in, the girl next to me passed out. she just went limp and i was trying to keep her up, but none of the assholes around us helped her out, and she was bigger then me so i couldnt really do much. i tried to get her to stand on my knee so she could get lifted out but the couldnt even move her legs. well she finally got out and i got to concentrate on the show again. it was amazing, other than the fact that the singer was forgetting some of the words and singing the guitar parts. haha. but the crowd was singing the right words, so it worked out. i started out about 50 feet from the front, which was pretty fucking close considering that there were about 50 thousand people behind me. but about 3/4 of the way into the set, somewhere around the end of renegades, i fucking passed out. i just remember thinking "oh fuck" and hitting the ground. i woke up on the ground on the other side of the baricade, seriously surprised that no one stepped on my neck. so i was in a pit for the rest of the set.
so i had a near death experience.
i couldnt breathe for 4 or so hours.
i limped out of the front area.
every bone in my body aches.
would i do it again?
in a second.
fuck that was a good show.
life is good
= )