Even though Coachella is a desert paradise, it’s still a desert and the desert was angry that day. Wind threw up and spit dust everywhere (I'm in the blue shirt in the picture above - pure Bedouin style). The road into Coachella was an hour and a half parking lot, which eventually dumped my group into a dusty dash to our first must-see of the day: Holy Ghost! Some sadistic programmer placed them opposite of Julian Casablancas. At Coachella you remind yourself that this isn't really a problem and move along. The festival has been more crowded than any year I can remember. Elbow to elbow. Hipster to hipster. Holy Ghost! was great, though. They starting with “Dirty Disco Ideas” and closed with “Wait and See.” It was a good day to dance and this was a nice warm up.
Morale was strong at this point and we headed toward one of the three luscious beer gardens for Spicy Pie (a pizza maker who only shows up at music festivals) and a cold one to drink, preparing ourselves for Fatboy Slim. Norman Cook did not give the performance I assume many were expecting: a mash-up of the classics. There was a bit of that sprinkled here and there, but this was anything but a trip down memory lane. It was a hard-core dance party and nothing more. “Eat. Sleep. Rave. Repeat.” was the mantra pounded into the crowd the same way Alex was re-programmed in “A Clockwork Orange.”
We should have not left the Sahra tent for another break after Fatboy. Take all the Wal-Marts in the bordering states on Black Friday and it wouldn't hold a flame to how crowded this enormous tent was packed. Literally busting at the seams. There was no way in, so we turned our blinky light toys off and walked away. I can’t say I was heart-broken, though. At Coachella there's always options. We headed over to Pharrell Williams’ set. Busta Rhymes, Snoop Dogg, Diplo and Gwen Stefani joined Pharrell. The latter putting a massive sing along of “Hollaback Girl.” Shit was bananas, indeed. Pharrell also played his Daft Punk collaborations "Lose Yourself to Dance", "Get Lucky", and some N.E.R.D. material...even his verse in "Blurred Lines." This guy is truly the King of Pop...not that other guy...who isn's around anymore anyway.
The wind wasn’t getting any better and the air was making our teeth brown and morale dingy. However, I was looking forward to Muse and/or Pet Shop Boys, but the group was quite tired and didn’t want to spend 2 or more hours trying to get back to the homestead. Rock N’ Roll was sacrificed that night in the name of adulthood. I will work on regressing for tomorrow, the final day. It’s Calvin Harris, Beck, Arcade Fire and Blood Orange today. Time to rally.
There's no doubt if you have friends who hitched, flew or road tripped down to Indio for this year's Coachella music festival that your social media has been slammed with pictures of their sweaty, sun-drenched music holiday. Coahcella is a bit more though. It's situated in the progressive triangle: Los Angeles (creativity), Las Vegas (pure entertainment) and San Francisco (technology and know-how). That's why people often call it an “experience.” Nevermind the drug culture aspect (even though two Austrailian girls stopped me and asked me if they could buy some drugs. It must of been because I was wearing a backpack. Needless to say, their barter isn't fit for this blog. I pondered giving them two of the vitamins from GNC I had in my bag, but decided not to). The sun was cooking the green off the grass when me and my long-time Coachella co-conspirators made it from the pool to the venue.
It’s always pretty impressive when you walk onto the Empire Polo field. It’s huge and flat and it’s full of immodestly clothed, sexy people eating, drinking, dancing and hustling to the next stage – often with their pinkies in the air, a giant picture of Jim Carrey from “Dumb and Dumber” on the end of a stick or glowy-blinky objects in the air to keep track of their posse. I started the day off with Aloe Blacc, who you know from his Avicci remix, which is a song many could argue is country music. He he really stretches across any genre you can think of. Blacc is a very impressive, live artist.
From there I hit one of the few beer gardens and then off to catch a glimpse of Haim before I headed over to catch A.F.I. who stood in front of a modest, but appropriate black banner reading, “A Fire Inside.” “Day of the Pheonix” and “I Hope You Suffer” got the set going. It was set that had some technical problems seeming to make Mr. Havok none too pleased and the crowd less responsive as they might have been. It was the closer, “Miss Murder” that brought everyone around. By that time the stage crew had removed their backdrop. Boo!
At that point I wandered looking for my group as none of them had interest in watching A.F.I. They lived for the rumbling beats of the Sahara tent. As my phone dropped in battery life the sun was setting. I knew if I didn’t find them before darkness dropped, I wouldn’t find them until morning. Eventually, I made it to Martin Garrix who blew the minds of a strong fraction of the 90,000 attendees...all in a tent (and when I say tent, I mean a portable aircraft silo).
And the The Knife, who hasn't toured in...well, I can't even recall. They (and by them I mean Karin and Olof - brother and sister along with about 12 other dancers, singer, percussionists all dressed in shiny-colored jumpsuits. The crowd there to see them were about the most rabid fans I had seen at the festival up to this point.
The night ended with, what I think, was a lackluster holdout from the reunited Outkast. I was never much of a listener. Their first four songs were strong: “B.O.B.”, “Rosa Parks”, “Skew It on the Bar-B” and as I am not a huge fan I don’t recall the other. “Hey Ya” ended up be the soundtrack for our walk to the car for the hour plus wait to get out and make out way back to the compound and getting ready to do it again...stay tuned. Nas, Muse, Holy Ghost! and many more to come.
Charles Fleischer, actor, comedian, and voice artist talks with Richie T about his upcoming appearance at Salt Lake Comic Con's FanXperience.
Charles is best known for his work as the voice of Roger Rabbit in the film Who Framed Roger Rabbit, as well as roles in Back To The Future, The Polar Express, Rango, and We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story.
After the success of 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit', Charles Fleischer continued to perform the voice of Roger in several Disney television and theme park appearances, and in three follow-up short subjects to the original film. Charles Fleischer had a recurring role on the 1970's TV series "Welcome Back, Kotter" playing Carvelli, as well as Chuck on the ABC series "Laverne & Shirley", and on the Disney cartoon "House of Mouse" as the voice of Benny The Cab. He was also a regular on the short-lived comedy/varitey show "Keep on Truckin'". He guest starred in The Weird Al Show, as well as a guest appearance on the short lived Saturday morning show Wacko.
Fleischer is now the part-owner of a multi-media company in Southern California and a writer for television and movies. He also still does stand-up gigs occasionally.
Bastille recently performed "Pompeii" live with an orchestra in the Capitol Studios. I loved it, so please check it out
As usual, I'm not allowed to use pictures. So I made my own!
Smashing Pumpkins' Billy Corgan is looking to demonstrate his endurance later this month. I'm not sure if anyone has every questioned the endurance of Billy.. I mean, is that really something that comes up in conversation? Anyways. The bald frontman has announced plans to play for at least eight hours straight at his Chicago teahouse, Madame Zuzu's. That sounds like fun.
Corgan says the "on the fly" performance will be "centered around an ambient/musical interpretation" of Herman Hesse's spiritual coming-of-age tale "Siddhartha." The epic gig is set to take place February 28th, and Corgan says information about the free admission will be announced soon.
Everyone get through that? Good because I damn near fell asleep writing it. I had fun making the picture though.
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