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Originally posted by Homers_pet_monkey
If anyone wants to buy any Reading tickets, I have 5 for sale at face value ('cos I'm good like that).
Really?! Cool.
Yeah, I know, a bit too much Coachella...
http://www.laweekly.com/music/music/what-would-madonna-do/13410/
WHAT WOULD MADONNA DO?
THE STYLE COUNCIL at Coachella
By CAROLINE RYDER, STEFFIE NELSON & LINDA IMMEDIATO
Wednesday, May 3, 2006 - 3:00 pm
Since I’m barely 5 feet 1 and not the easiest to
spot in a crowd of 50,000, it was inevitable that I
would lose all my friends at Coachella. I was
watching the Yeah Yeah Yeahs on Sunday and
had foolishly edged deeper into the crowd than I
should have. Suddenly, my girlfriends were
nowhere to be found. As Karen O grinned
manically down at me from a big screen, I realized
I was on my own. With no map or band schedule.
No cell-phone reception. No entourage. It was just
me, myself and my shrooms.
Feeling panicky, I did the only thing that seemed safe — I searched for Madonna.
Following the sea of gay men to the dance tent, all I could see were hairy backs. Warm
sweat hung in the air and stuck to my face. Twenty-five minutes later, the bitch still
hadn’t come on stage. The crowd was booing and someone stepped on my foot. At that
moment, I hated Madonna, the world and my friends. Most of all, I hated Coachella.
Then Madonna skipped on stage with her dancers. She wiggled her leotard-clad behind
and yelled, “This is my first festival. Does my butt look big in this?” Madonna, I realized,
would never be a crybaby if she lost her friends. She’d dance into the night and find
some beautiful strangers to play with. So that’s what I decided to do.
I went to the tiny rave tent and partied like it was 1992 with 300 friendly Marines and
glo-stick kids. I wandered into the Snow Globe Igloo Dome, where foam cascaded from
the ceiling and festivalgoers clambered over a glittery-white pirate ship. I headbanged to
Coheed and Cambria and watched Coldcut (five laptops, I counted ’em) play “Pump Up
the Volume.” I wandered around the VIP area and met the blond drummer girl from
Eagles of Death Metal, fed shrooms to a Hollywood hipster, and gave some love to
Coldcut’s MC Juicy. In three hours on my own, I met more people than in the entire
previous day at Coachella. By the time I met a long-haired, high-cheekboned 19-year-
old boy who asked, “So you wanna hang out and see some bands together?” I thought
about it for just a second. “Nah,” I told him. “I fly solo.”
—Caroline Ryder
The Like: Yes, we hate them
because they’re beautiful. (Photo
by Mark Hunter)
Dress You Up in Your Love
On the Coachella fashion frontlines, Cahuenga
met crunchy, frat boys boogied beside rent boys,
the Age of Aquarius met the Apocalypse and the
cult of the frock reached its apotheosis. But when
it’s 96 degrees in the shade, practicality is sexy.
In the immortal words of Ana Matronic from the
Scissor Sisters, “SPF 50, motherfuckers! What
were you thinking?” Sunburns are not hot and the
first-aid tent is no place to show off your new
ensemble.
The fashion rags have declared this the Year of the Dress, and clearly the ladies of
Coachella have been paying attention. Sonja, who was rocking a Day-Glo ’60s micro-
mini with Chuck Taylors, told me that I had to have a cute sundress. I didn’t know cute
came in all shapes, sizes and colors — glitter halters to tie-dye from Thailand. No
dress is too loud or too low-cut, too short or too long. A parade of evening-length gowns
amped up the hippie vibe, and de rigueur ’80s shades added a little Dynasty decadence
to the mix.
Onstage, the looks ranged from the dressed-down, very Now skinny dark jeans and
tees (worn to perfection by the curly-haired singer of Dungen) to getting fully costumed
as the characters of The Wizard of Oz, as the members of Gnarls Barkley chose to do
(Danger Mouse was the Wicked Witch). The fierce femmes of Sleater-Kinney made me
consider cutting my hair to a boyish, sexy chin length, and hip-hop messiah Matisyahu
just might start a trend with the Hasidic Jew look: black pants, long-sleeved white shirt,
black cap and full beard. Madonna flexed her muscles, stripping down from pants to a
leotard, and Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs is simply in a style league by herself.
She’s a vamp and a clown, a bird of paradise who stayed up all night. O accessorized
her red-and-purple mini dress with jester tights that were half-black, half-torn fishnet,
and a single black-and-silver sequined fingerless glove.
The Best Dressed Band Award goes to NYC glamorpusses the Scissor Sisters, no
contest. While Tool and their oversize-black-T-shirt minions worked through their
childhood rage on the main stage, Jake Shears and his de-gorgeous partner Ana
Matronic pranced and vogued in gold lamé like some disco-era Apollo and Athena
spreading the glittery gospel of love and redemption on the dance floor. I shudder to
think what the desert dust could do to their outfits, but as the Sisters themselves
advise, “If you’re gonna be gorgeous you’ve got to have just a touch of filthy.”
—Steffie Nelson
''Animal Collective are so
overrated''
Fry Me to the Moon
What would a pool party at Frank Sinatra’s Palm Springs Estate be like? I pictured a
bunch of hipsters afraid of getting their hair wet, sitting fully clothed around a pool, lest
their pasty flesh get colored by the sun. Or would it be packed with chicks and dudes
with hot tan bodies floating around all sexy sexy like a beer commercial? Bathing suit.
Jesus, I’d have to wear a bathing suit . . . in front of strangers. I felt like I was 11 all over
again as I desperately searched my suitcase in vain for an oversize T-shirt.
By the time we arrived at Anthem magazine’s Coachella satellite party, the place was
jam-packed. Some people wore bathing suits, but most of the girls were in short-short
American Apparel-esque jumpers and wedge heels, or bathing suits with cowboy boots.
Flip-flops are apparently out. I looked down at my Havaianas, which suddenly looked
about as sexy as Tevas. There were a few partiers in the pool, but mainly larger-than-
human-size rubber duckies, an octopus and a Loch Ness monster. We bee-lined it for
the bar, then staked out the last bit of real estate on the poolside grass. Within a few
minutes our bodies were glistening with sweat. Fuck it. We released our pasty bodies
from their hiding cloaks and hopped into the pool, beers in hand. Slowly, one by one,
the girls kicked off their heels, the boys took off their T-shirts and the pool filled with
people. The DJ turned it out and suddenly there was a feverish dance party in the pool,
punctuated by heavy splashing. No one seemed to care about the bands they were
missing back at the polo fields. Girls got their hair wet. The duckies were mounted.
Someone found a way to the flat ’50s-era roof and jumped into the pool. Copycats
followed — even a gaggle of giggling girls made the leap — until some dude, possibly a
sober individual aware of insurance liability, put the kibosh on the high flyers.
The sun was about to set by the time we dripped back to the festival to catch the Yeah
Yeah Yeahs, Massive Attack and Madonna. Some wet chicks left looking Tammy Faye
Bakker after a cardio workout. Me, I hid my pool hair under a cowboy hat and was
grateful for my waterproof mascara.
—Linda Immediato
http://www.lacitybeat.com/article.php?id=3691&IssueNum=152
Walking in His Shoes
One critic’s day and night at the Coachella bop-’til-you-drop
~ By RON GARMON ~
Photo by Steve Appleford
Soaring on the ground: Eagles of Death Metal
 anYe West pulled faces out of the crowd, Cat Power was
out-yowled, Sigur Rós called down an ice fog, but Depeche
Mode was Saturday’s mainstage heroes at the seventh
Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. More than 60,000 attended the
first of this two-day event last weekend (April 29-30), and the mainline
music press has postmortemed this year’s event in terms of the headlining
acts. But, as usual, the sideshow action at the other four stages was just
as thrilling, and the crowd itself was the real star. It was the great
American bop-’til-you-drop, with dance and Red Bull making acres of
happy casualties as the night wore on.
By 1 p.m., the damp bodies of our eminent colleagues were already lolling
in the press tent. Fellow CityBeat scribe Josh Sindell and I lugged two
newsboy-sized bundles of the Coachella issue over a mile in hallucino-
heat. Brother Sindell had a game plan to daunt Vince Lombardi, but I was
more than content to plunge into the welter of sweaty, slow-moving
bodies and swing with the alkali vibe.
I was promptly rewarded with a DJ set by Perry Farrell and Welsh nu-
trance trio Hybrid. Here was easy obliteration for this old-time Jane’s
Addiction/Porno for Pyros fan, with nearly 2,000 half-dressed pretties
swaying and spritzing inside the Sahara tent to jagged, iridescent disco.
The first day was well on once this hour-that-stretched finally shimmered
away, with the festival outside spreading like a carnival amoeba, tickling
tendrils in every direction. The post-rock festival crowd is turning into
one great gladsome T.A.M.I. Show with fewer clothes and better
physiques. A haul of punk boyz, biker chix, indie doods, hippie dainties,
burner babies, vintage hipsters, and walking shoutouts to half-a-hundred
other subcultures vast enough to daunt a pop Whitman all mixed with
affection and respect. Looking as usual like the cheerful corpse of Brian
Jones, I fit well in the general mishegoss.
The Zutons at the Outdoor Theatre won my business over techno-
godfather Joey Beltane’s fizzled booty-bomb at the Sahara. These
Liverpudlians pounded impressive sparks out of the old Spirit/Joe
Walsh/Grateful Dead jazz-boogie machine, moving acres of rocker-chick
booty to sublime demonstration. I danced and tarried, missing Lady
Sovereign’s well-received set, but managed to catch hip-hop activist
Common throwing down some ultra-sophisticated bullshit at the main
Coachella stage. He was like a platform preacher verbal-riffing over tricky
jazz beats on the huge-yet-outnumbered Hip-Hop planet now gestating in
the belly of humanity. He was replaced by Kanye West, simply one of the
slickest pop artists I’ve ever seen turn the crank. He drew the marks to
him by spitting out verbs and nouns like God’s Own Snakeoil Salesman
over a staggered detonation of samples. He had a vast crowd on wires as
I ambled off to catch the last 20 minutes of Louisville quartet My
Morning Jacket. Its grassroots-tinged psychedelia jittered the rockers still
standing into a tribal groove, with young love groping among the
discarded Crystal Geyser bottles as the sun went down.
Critics’ darlings of 2001, Reykjavik’s Sigur Rós at mainstage laid down a
set like a hundred-ton sleet sculpture, settling a cocoon of chill around
everything in earshot. I lingered amid this gathering frost, and then legged
it past Damian “Junior Gong” Marley’s Rasta-of-damned-fools to disport
myself further to Ladytron’s sub-zero Euro dance-pop at the Mojave tent.
I was bored by Franz Ferdinand’s pirated art-crock two years ago, and
Cat Power’s exemplary Southern pop at the Mojave was being throttled
by the brilliant aggro techno Carl Cox was blasting out of the Sahara. The
Eagles of Death Metal roughhoused their way through trademarked
greasy classic metal for the last of the rock ’n’ roll upright at the
Outdoor.
Aged and pretty, Depeche Mode launched into the evening’s star turn at
the main with an air of uncorking the Good Old Stuff at party’s end.
Gorgeous renditions of canonical songs like “Walking in My Shoes” had a
mellowing effect as tens of thousands of harassed, woozy, happy, horny,
and nostalgic temporary Indio residents seemed to smile at once.
05-04-06
http://media.sundial.csun.edu/media/storage/paper862/news/2006/05/04/Entertainment/Coachella.Desert.Music.Festival.Attracts.Massive.Crowds.Musicians-1900681.shtml?sourcedomain=sundial.csun.edu&MIIHost=media.collegepublisher.com
Coachella desert music festival attracts
massive crowds, musicians
Chris Daines
Issue date: 5/4/06 Section: Entertainment
Thousands of tents aligned in grids on a large
polo field filled quickly Friday evening. For those
camping, the Coachella Music and Art Festival
was more of a four-day escapist desert fantasy
than a simple festival.
The tents went up one by one, and soon looked
more like an upper-class refugee camp than
vacationers. All campers had to endure
thorough searches of all their bags before
entering the campground.
Anticipation for the weekend's concert grew.
People sat around their tents talking about
which bands would be better to see live, which
band was flat out lousy and who was a must-
see.
Meticulous schedules of the concert were
printed out on sheets of paper. organizing the
weekend between the almost 100 performing
artists.
Late evening saw the emergence of
psychotropic drugs and alcohol that was
magically smuggled into the campground.
Drum circles began and the tents became a
large tailgate party for the music festival to
follow. Raucous sexual encounters in
neighboring tents were not muffled by the thin
polyurethane linings. The campground found
peace around four in the morning.
The intense sun shattered the comfort climate
of the previous evening. The warm breeze and
tolerable temperatures were a deceiving desert
guise. Tents became almost instantly
uninhabitable once the sun rose over the
horizon.
"It is like the desert, with carpet," said a woman leaving her tent for the polo field. Her
frustration with the harsh 7 a.m. sun and the noise of the campground made her
laugh uncomfortably.
First timers rushed off to the venue, but veteran festival campers spent more time
socializing in the campground before they left the comfort of their own water and food.
The lines at the entrance to the festival were littered with water bottles. No receptacles
were in place and thousands of unsuspecting people were told to drink up fast as no
outside food or beverages were allowed inside the festival. Concertgoers drenched
themselves in their drinking water. The extreme sun and heat dried them very quickly.
The sun was almost inescapable. Shade tents were placed strategically next to food
vendors. Merchandising tents lined the areas around the two-dollar bottled water
stands every 500 feet around the festival field. Entrées went for an average eight
dollars.
"It's the new festival diet. Lots of sun, a little bit of water and almost no food," said one
man about the cost of food and water at the concert.
The afternoons were sparsely crowded. Unofficial estimates put ticket sales for the
two-day event at about 120,000, but the majority of attendees opted to show up later in
the evening for the better-known acts.
Saturday had a unique mixture of indie and mainstream acts throughout the day. The
smaller tents offered alternatives to big name acts. Each concertgoer had their own
agenda for the day, of who'd they see and what they would do. The audience's
reactions and comments provided for nearly as much entertainment as the
performers themselves.
"Perry Farrell is the sex," said a woman supporting herself on the guardrail, which
divided the dance tent. Farrell thrilled the crowd as he joined dance house fusion of
Hybrid for three songs.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah packed one of the smaller tents so full of people the heat
was almost suffocating. "His voice sounds better in person," said one woman who
had stripped down to her bra and short shorts in the heat.
Kanye West made everyone laugh when the riff began his famous "Gold Digger"
single and he said, "White people! This is your only chance to say (the n-word)," and
later he danced to A-Ha's "Take On Me."
A Hollywood woman spoke on her cell phone as Sigur Ros took the stage. "Some
band named señor rose is playing… they're fabulous," she said.
Fans became crushed in the crowd that pressed each other to be as close to
Depeche Mode as possible. "I hope they play 'Master and Servant'," said one girl. "I
took an online test and it said if I were going to be a stripper that would be my song."
Daft Punk's first performance in more than seven years captured the excitement and
celebration of the night. Their irreproducible bass thumped thousands of sober, and
not-so-sober dancing fans.
"This one girl wanted some of my e ... I'm not going to give my last e to some random
girl while Daft Punk is playing," said a man in the audience. the girl walked away with
her friend in disappointed anger.
Sunday was an all-star festival of greatness.
"They're weird, but they rock," said a woman about The Octopus Project's noon
performance on the outdoor stage.
Thousands danced to Los Amigos Invisibles' salsa and Venezuelan rhythms. "Ese
grupo me encanta," said a woman in her best white Spanish accent possible.
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists ended their set in the harsh afternoon sun with a plea
for the crowd to find some shade. Their upbeat set drew the crowds in as close as
they comfortably could in the heat. Sunday's heat seemed much more intense. A
woman expressed her love for Leo, and he laughed. "You don't even know me," he
said.
"I should have been here rather than with the jumping Jew on the main stage," said a
girl mesmerized with the sounds of Jamie Lidell. His soulful crooning backed by
mixed electro beats, and even some improvised beat boxing kept the audience
swooning over his sound.
Seu Jorge performed some of his samba hits for the first time for many in the
audience. An eight-month pregnant woman swayed her hips slowly to the beat and
twirled her skirt in the air with both her arms. "I was so happy to have some music that
I could do my pregnant dance to," she said.
Madonna played, but her tent only allowed the thousands who waited there all
afternoon to see her. The rest could not get within listening distance.
Massive Attack's powerful stage presence and supporting singers took the audience
back in time to when they first were exposed to the avant-garde, moody British soft
rock.
"The new album comes out tomorrow at midnight, but I bet all you f****ers
downloaded it already," said Maynard, lead singer from Tool. The statement met
applause from Tool's first live audience in years. The quieter dynamics of their songs
were often interrupted from the thunderous dancing celebration from the Scissor
Sisters on the outdoor stage.
Coachella finished its seventh year with the most automobile traffic yet. The congenial
crowds provided an air of camaraderie which permeated the long days and nights of
the festival. Despite intense heat and insane crowds, the celebration and music
outweighed all of the drawbacks of the festival.
Media Credit: Chris Daines
Daft Punk's electric performance
enthralled crowds Saturday.
Media Credit: Chris Daines
Unofficial estimates say ticket sales
reached almost 120,000 for the two-
day festival.
Media Credit: Chris Daines
Dancing to Seu Jorge outside of the
Gobi tent on Sunday. |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
11546 Posts |
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http://www.thedesertsun.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060504/COLUMNS48/605040310/1215
Prepping for next year's Coachella
Maggie Downs
The Desert Sun
May 4, 2006
The gifts are no longer shiny and new. The wrapping paper is crumpled
and torn. The ornaments on the tree are sagging.
It's like the day after Christmas - Coachella is over.
It's more than a little depressing.
I have dreamt about attending the Coachella Music and Arts Festival ever since it began. But finances and a
distance of 2,100 miles kept me away.
Then I moved here, with the festival just about in my backyard.
I counted down the days. Added music to my playlist. Planned my schedule to see as many of my favorite bands
as possible.
Hope. Anticipation. Excitement.
And the climax.
I drank 19 bottles of water and one lemonade. I walked 10,000 miles. I stood up for 12 hours at a time in 95-
degree weather.
And still, I only managed to see 28 bands.
That's about 22 fewer than I wanted to sample from the eclectic smorgasbord.
So I'm putting together a training regimen for Coachella 2007, a rigorous plan designed to help me maximize
the music while surviving the brutal elements.
1. Run: Start training by jogging 10 miles every day. In bare feet. On top of broken glass and cigarette butts.
Eventually build up endurance to 20 miles.
That's the only way to get back and forth between all the great music on so many stages at the same time.
2. Buy a gas mask: With all the dust particles and smoke, the air at Coachella is thicker than split pea soup.
Either purchase a mask or learn to put up with that wheezing/no air
thing.
3. Get dirty: Stop being so picky about hygiene. Eventually there comes a point where you're peeing all over the
place while standing in someone else's pee, and there's no toilet paper or hand sanitizer.
Get over this.
4. Burn, baby, burn: Go to a tanning booth for 12-hour sessions to simulate the brutal and incessant desert sun.
Bonus: Try it without sunscreen!
5. Dehydrate: Drinking water at Coachella is a costly and time-consuming activity. I'm sure I could have caught
at least 10 more bands had I not stood in water lines.
And I'm not sure it even did any good.
With crushing heat and a constant film of sweat on my body, I was dehydrated instantly.
It felt as if the water I put to my lips was dissipating into the air before it ever reached my throat.
I need to teach my wimpy body to get by without the H2O.
6. Give money away: Become accustomed to Coachella prices by paying everyone far too much money for
everything.
That means I'll hand over $7 for a draft beer that's only worth about $1.
7. Lose contact: Get used to getting by sans cell phone.
The congestion won't allow a call through anyway. And your text message feature? It'll likely stop working.
8. Wave buh-bye: Choose one of the following options to get there and back: Get a cab, pedal a bike, ride a
horse.
Because when your car is parked under the lot number 4 balloon, chances are that balloon won't exist by the
time the night is over.
You might never see your car again. And if you do, it'll have a thick coat of a dust and a crudely-drawn penis on
the back window.
9. Start speculation early: Can't wait for Portishead next year.
http://www.nowplayingmag.com/content/view/3675/47/
Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival
Written by Laura Ferreiro
Thursday, 04 May 2006
The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival
is an amazing spectacle that every music
fan should experience at least once. Quite
possibly the largest rock-oriented festival in
North America, it drew an estimated 60,000
revelers to bask in two days of sweltering
sunshine, music and art on a polo field in
the middle of the California desert.
The festival is usually known as a showcase for up-and-coming indie rock bands and the
veterans who have influenced them, but this year’s line-up caused a bit of controversy.
Mixing it up with indie rock darlings Franz Ferdinand and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs were two
acts that are as mainstream as they come: Madonna and Kanye West. Some purists
speculated that their appearances signaled the festival is becoming too commercial, but
the truth of the matter is that the indie kids at Coachella ate them up. When West took
to the main stage late Saturday afternoon, the packed audience gave him a warm and
loud reception. West, who has the second-best-selling album of 2005, seemed completely
at ease in front of the large crowd. Wearing a red bandana around his neck and a Miles
Davis T-shirt, he confidently worked the audience and boldly declared that his anthem
“Golddigger” should have been named Grammy’s song of the year. West didn’t take
himself too seriously, joking that the audience should sing along because it’s the only
time they’ll be able to say the “N word.” He gave nods to musicians from decades past,
including Michael Jackson and ‘80s Euro-popsters A-ha as he busted hilarious new-wave
dance moves to their hit “Take on Me.”
Later that evening, Glaswegian rockers Franz Ferdinand commanded the main stage. The
sun had set, signaling the end of the sweltering heat and the start of a balmy, starry
night. The cooler weather seemed to rejuvenate the audience who came alive to hits
like “Take Me Out” and “Walk Away.” The quartet’s energy remained high and their
signature rhythm guitar was right-on, but something was a bit off, giving the impression
that their winsome pop rock may be better suited for a more intimate setting.
Veterans Depeche Mode, on the other hand, seemed quite at home in the large venue –
after all these Brits have been playing huge arenas since Franz Ferdinand were in grade
school. The band, arguably one of the first to make a name for itself using synthesizers,
ran through a greatest-hits collection chronologically backwards. They hit several high
points and seemed to drink in the energy from the enthusiastic crowd. Fittingly dressed
all in black, vocalist David Gahan adeptly twirled the microphone stand and spun around
in true Gahan fashion, slowing down only to catch his breath or grab his crotch. Martin
Gore, who usually does lead-guitar or keyboard duties, stole the show when he sang lead
on a couple of intimate numbers, including an encore performance of “Shake the
Disease” — just Gore and a piano. The crowd, largely comprised of 20-something hipsters,
seemed to appreciate the influence Depeche Mode has had on countless contemporary
bands, showing them nothing but respect.
On Sunday, “Madonna” was the word on everyone’s lips. Eschewing the giant main stage
for a stint in the smaller dance tent, the Material Girl drew an unimaginably huge crowd
that spilled over the edges of the tent with thousands of people craning their necks to
catch a glimpse of her in the flesh. Decked out in an electric blue leotard and feather
boa and with several back-up dancers in tow, she took the stage about half an hour late.
Her polished, professional performance quelled the restless audience and illustrated why
she’s such an icon — her voice never faltered and her dance moves were perfectly
choreographed. She even picked up a guitar. But her set was conspicuously short —
around 35 minutes — and she left the stage after six songs without so much as a goodbye
or a goodnight. Her likeness flashed onto the stage screens, leaving the audience to
wonder whether she was coming back for more. But without hearing cheers for an
encore, she never returned. One can only assume that this performance was to serve as
a teaser for her upcoming concert tour — a very commercial move indeed.
Madonna’s abbreviated performance didn’t seem to dampen many people’s spirits. With a
smorgasbord of bands to choose from, it was simply on to the next act. British trip-hop
outfit Massive Attack was going strong on the main stage, giving a soulful and satisfying
performance featuring former Cocteau Twins vocalist Elizabeth Fraser for their first show
in eight years. Earlier in the day, Canadian rockers The Dears didn’t let the hot weather
slow them down one bit, confidently blazing through songs from their soon-to-be-
released new album. Fellow Canuks Metric rocked the same tent later in the day, with
singer Emily Haines adding her signature sex appeal and girl power to the strong all-male
backing band.
Other festival highlights included a stellar performance by Gnarls Barkley — Danger
Mouse and Cee-Lo’s wild and wacky new project. Dressed as characters from The Wizard
of Oz, the band had the house hopping with their unique brand of funkified rock, as did
French electronica duo Daft Punk the night before, in the dance tent dressed as robots.
Sadly performances by TV on the Radio and Bloc Party were less than remarkable, leaving
much of the audience scratching their heads.
Throughout the two-day festival, an eclectic line-up including Iceland’s Sigur Ros, Hasidic
Jewish rap/reggae artist Matisyahu, rapper Common, broody U.K. rockers The Editors
and art-punk pranksters Art Brut kept the crowd of young indie hipsters well satisfied.
With its divergent elements, this year’s Coachella Festival — allegedly the biggest since it
began in 1999 — proved that audiences cannot be boxed in by corporate radio- and
music industry-created genres. When a groundbreaking hip-hop artist from Chicago can
share the stage with an ethereal, spacey art electronica band from Iceland and draw
huge crowds, you know something is right with the world. A- (Empire Polo Field, Indio,
California, 04.29.06-04.30.06)
http://www.ocweekly.com/music/music/mediocre-you-cant-be-serious/25062/
MEDIOCRE? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS
In defense of Coachella
By ELLEN GRILEY
THURSDAY, MAY 4, 2006 - 3:00 PM
Those of us who make the yearly trek to Coachella do so not because the festival is a rite of
passage, or a badge of honor, or even particularly cool—that motivation went out in ’01 with
headliners/former KROQ kings Jane’s Addiction, and if not then then certainly in ’02 with Oasis.
So there’s really no point in bloviating over whether Coachella’s slipped in comparison to, say,
Tennessee’s Bonnaroo, or Chicago’s Lollapalooza, or Sasquatch! up in Washington, especially
considering those festivals draw from the same pool of “It” bands—and that, travel costs and time
off aside, Tennessee is still really. Really. Far. Away. Yet that’s precisely what various bloggers
and music journalists—namely the Register’s Ben Wener—did in the days leading up to the
festival.
And, well, shit. Why?
Those of us who make the yearly trek to Coachella do so because—for lack of a better phrase—
it’s life. It’s how we know summer is almost here. It’s how we know 364 days have passed since
the last time we drove to Indio. And, above all, it’s how we stumble—literally—upon new bands to
love. Which helps explain a note I scribbled during My Morning Jacket’s late afternoon set on
Saturday: “Okay, first of all, Ben Wener, Fuck You!”
Watching as the Louisville rockers delivered one Kentucky-fried jam after another—including the
endlessly, hopelessly catchy “Off the Record” and others showcasing singer Jim James’ from-here-
to-Mars falsetto—I felt a fervor for rock & roll that I hadn’t registered since first watching The Last
Waltz as a teenager. Add to this a boozy, plugged-in electric set from hippie guy/Second Coming
Devendra Banhart and a gorgeous performance by Cat Power, backed by the Memphis Rhythm
Band, and it’s easy to see why, by night’s end—physically drained and nearly reduced to tears, no
joke—all I could muster was a quiet, “Let’s go.” And then: “I can’t watch another band today after
this.”
If you were listening—and not just debating/whining about the presence of has-been headliners
such as Depeche Mode or Madonna or Tool—this year’s Coachella proved every bit as entertaining
and solid as the years previous. And if you weren’t listening? Well, then:Fuck you.
SATURDAY
Matt Costa, 2:05 p.m.: Local-boy-gone-sort-of-famous Costa—who, by the way, is also on the bill
at Bonnaroo, Lollapalooza, Sasquatch! and every other music festival reachable by R.V.—listens
as a crowd of 300 or 400 (maybe 500? I’m bad with guesstimates) sings his Donovan-esque folk
songs right back to him. The crowd even includes a raver in a dog costume (complete with a furry
tail snaking out from beneath his shirt), who appears to particularly enjoy—as we all do—Costa’s
single “Cold December.” Guy’s on tour for the next two months straight. Godspeed, man. Make
boatloads of money.
The Walkmen, 3 p.m.: The new song? “Lost in Boston”? Fun to say out loud.
Animal Collective, 4:45 p.m.: Reports from those closer to the stage laud this set as one of the
best of the day, but if, like me, you’re standing toward the back, this freak-pop outfit’s lush
landscape of yells and echoes and heavy reverb—while at points perfectly channeling Wall of
Voodoo—doesn’t really translate so well. I blame it on the wind pushing the sound every which
way before reaching my ears. If that’s even possible.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, 5:25 p.m.: There’s people standing 10 deep outside the Mojave
tent for the Brooklyn band’s set. These people are totally content doing this. That’s a Brooklyn
band for you.
My Morning Jacket, 6:05 p.m.: One more thing about these guys: Radiohead better watch their
back.
Devendra Banhart, 7:40 p.m.: Shirtless and shoeless and holding a bottle of wine in one hand
and a guitar in the other, Devendra is the dirty hippie every mother fears her daughter will one day
bring home. Two other guitarists, a bassist and a drummer join him onstage for a decidedly not-
very-folksy set that includes “Long Haired Child,” a quiet cover of Xiu Xiu’s “Heard Somebody Say”
and “I Feel Like a Child.” His hold over the crowd is unreal: I can’t decide if he’s like Jesus or
Manson, but either way, I’m fairly certain he could tell us to kill our parents and we would.
Franz Ferdinand, 8:30 p.m.: They play the hits, and you know what? The hits still hold up.
Cat Power, 8:45 p.m.: The poignance and nervous brilliance of this set converts me into a Cat
Power fan. Leading the Memphis Rhythm Band, a group of a dozen or so musicians—including a
slide guitarist, a string section and some backup singers who make my knees shake—Chan
Marshall serves up Southern-tinged ballads like they’re mint juleps on a balmy summer night.
Fluctuating between shy and flirty, a near mess and in total control, she nails it. Her voice is thick
with sadness, yet there’s a palpable pride there too. It’s easily the best performance I’ve ever seen
at Coachella, and I may be ruined for life because of it.
SUNDAY
Mates of State, 2:25 p.m.: Eternally consistent hubby-and-wife duo delivers another round of
songs featuring their signature shout-at-each-other-over-drums-and-keyboards style. Also, lots of
tracks from the new record, which, if you haven’t already picked it up, might just be their best.
The Magic Numbers, 3:30 p.m.: Highly anticipated performance from this U.K. foursome—two
brother/sister pairs—ends up one of the best of the day. “I didn’t know there would be this turnout,”
front man Romeo Stodart blurts out shyly, obviously floored by the apeshit crowd response to the
band’s devastatingly danceable pop songs. Still, their unstoppable melodies are overshadowed by
one thing: singer/percussionist Angela Gannon, whose voice drives the crowd into a screaming
frenzy every time she nears the microphone.
Ted Leo, 4 p.m.: It’s a shame that the festival organizers pit Teddy boy against the Magic
Numbers, since many, myself included, are torn over which set to attend. I end up choosing both,
although, sadly, I kind of wish I’d stayed over at the Main Stage. Ted’s got catchy hooks and licks
for days, but overall they sound minute and tiny coming from the outdoor side stage. Next time,
book him in a tent.
Jamie Lidell, 5:10 p.m.: It doesn’t take long to find out exactly why everyone’s fussing over
Jamie Lidell: this pale, skinny U.K. guy is, well, the pale, skinny U.K. reincarnation of Morris Day,
up to and including a sidekick responsible for following him around onstage and adjusting his
wardrobe. Lidell is cocky and charming and 100 percent worth every ounce of fuss: dude samples
his own beatboxing, loops it into a dance track and then busts out with crazzzzy funky soul.
Unbelievable.
Sleater-Kinney, 6 p.m.: Again, festival organizers inexplicably split the audience between S-K
and Bloc Party, but this time I make a choice and commit to it. Sleater-Kinney may just be the
best band touring today—when they’re not facing difficulties with sound and equipment—and this
performance is no different. Sticking mainly to songs from The Woods and All Hands on the Bad
One—but also digging out “Get Up” for the oldster fans!—the all-woman trio lays down some of the
heaviest, thickest chords heard all weekend and then closes on a 14-minute distorta-jam that wins
over every single dude in the audience.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs, 8:05 p.m.: Walk by just as Karen O wraps up “Y Control” on the jumbo
monitors. She looks and sounds incredible. Did I really choose to eat a veggie burger over this? Sad face.
Madonna, 8:30 p.m.: And finally—FINALLY!—Madonna. I’ve seen people run at Coachella maybe
two times: to the Pixies and to Radiohead. This, however, is the equivalent of those two times
combined and then mixed with the running of the bulls for good measure, as hipsters, bros and hip-
hop fans all sprint toward the looming dance tent for Madonna’s performance—some of them
pushing babies in strollers. Outside the tent, the crowd’s at least 25 people deep, not to mention
the fans sitting in grandstands a couple hundred feet behind those people. And we’re all there, and
everyone is bouncing around trying to see the stage, and then we wait. And wait. And wait. When
the curtain opens nearly half an hour past start time, the reaction is beyond anything and
everything I’ve ever witnessed at Coachella. Madonna launches into “Hung Up” off her new album
and then later into “New York” and “Ray of Light”—even playing guitar for those two. “Should I play
an old song?” she asks. The crowd goes nuts. “Should I take my pants off?” The crowd goes even
nutsier. And then it’s “Everybody,” and she’s gone. Five songs, 25 minutes, maybe less than 100
words. Only Madonna could get away with that. And only at Coachella would I let her.
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Gnomes, Kanye and sunburns, oh my! Day one at Coachella
2006-05-04
Adrienne Lake
A Tesla coil spews blue lightning and fills the air with the scent of ozone. A giant Japanese
robot aims it’s menacing laser gun right between your eyes. A tent filled with the soothing
sound of crickets features a gaggle of insulting gnomes that are quick to assault you with
obscenities if you approach them. A demented bike rodeo turns into more of a wacked-out,
two-wheeled roller derby, while random people riding unicycles, midget bikes and the like slam
into each other laughing, while a brass band plays. A landlocked ship and it’s frozen captain
are covered in what appears to be snow underneath the white dome of a tent.
No, you are not in some mushroom-laced trance or one of your
more nonsensical dreams. When you remember that there are
nearly 100 bands playing, as well as who-knows-how-many-DJs,
you are quickly jolted back to reality. You are at the 7th annual
Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival (presented by
Goldenvoice) and it is 100 degrees in the shade.
As you may have read earlier, Coachella struggled in the
beginning and has become increasingly successful every year,
even though this year’s headliners (Depeche Mode and Tool)
don’t come close to comparing with the quality of headliners
past. Regardless, there is still not just something – but quite a
few things – for everyone whether you lean towards electronic
music, hip hop, indie rock, Brit rock or anything in between,
which is what has helped make it such a huge success. How
many festivals can boast a lineup that includes the likes of Devendra Banhart, Kanye West,
Franz Ferdinand, Carl Cox, Sigur Ros, Digable Planets and er, non sequiturs Madonna and
James Blunt?
We arrived while The Walkmen were gracing on of the event’s two ginormous stages (there
are also three roomy performance tents) and made a beeline for the disappointing Nine Black
Alps. The songs that I had heard of theirs sounded like they drew from early 90s post punk
(those were the days!), but live they came across like any other aggro-type “alternative” act.
Disappointing.
Fortunately England’s Lady Sovereign made up for NBA, with her uber sassy, rapid fire, in-
your-face raps. Think M.I.A. without the exotic musical influences and even more attitude. All
that comes in a rather menacing, yet tiny package that is recognizable by her trademark 1985
side ponytail. When she dedicated a song to girls that wear those hideous fake orange tans,
you could see spray-on tanned girls fidgeting uncomfortably and turning red underneath the
orange. Miss Sovereign is a force to be reckoned with.
We refused to give into the pressure to check out the extremely overhyped Aussie prog rock
band Wolfmother (this band appeared to have their own TV channel while I was in Austin for
SXSW) and devoured a delicious fresh coconut instead along with some very overpriced (but
delicious) raw food instead. It felt good on many levels – take that Wolfmother marketing
monsters!
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah delivered upbeat dance rock with David Byrne-influenced vocals to
a packed tent, but the opportunity to see Kanye West and hopefully hear some more political
ranting was not to be missed. Wrapped in a red bandana, Kanye busted out the hits with a full
cast of backup artists and brought the house down with “Gold Digger.” Strangely enough, as
we scurried to the Mojave Tent to catch TV On The Radio, he launched into a medley of covers
including Michael Jackson’s “Rock With You” and some surprising others, the strangest being
Aha’s “Take On Me,” which inspired an audience sing-along. The man has a sense of humor…
and/or unlikely tastes in music.
We could only soak in a few minutes of TV On The Radio before the witching hour had arrived:
Icelandic band Sigur Ros’ dusk performance. Singer Jonssi looked like he was crying (perhaps
it was the sound problems) while he sang a mix of new songs and older favorites in his
otherworldly soprano and it was hard not to be lulled into a state of mild euphoria while laying
on the lawn with friends and watching the sun sink.
But that relaxed and content vibe was momentary as we grabbed a few minutes of Carl Cox’s
high-energy electronic dance party before heading back to the huge Coachella stage for the
much-anticipated Franz Ferdinand performance. And they delivered with a vengeance. They
sounded perfect and kept several thousand people dancing for their entire set, which consisted
of just a couple of songs from their first album. This was just fine with me as every song on
their new album You Could Have Had It So Much Better is single-worthy.
The Living Things are a much talked about act as of late, especially because of singer Lillian’s
born-too-late rock & roll stage personae, so I had to check them out. The music was still not
exceptional (I have their first album and saw them as they were first getting signed some
years back), but I will give them this – if you need a healthy dose of rock star circa 1960 or
70, then this may be your band. Lillian is very photographable and seemed to constantly be in
one of his rock star poses. After getting a few good shots (they went on incredibly late, so the
crowd was very modest), my attention was not held so out of curiosity we wandered over to
Depeche Mode.
It was nightmarish. Have you heard the story about how Quincy Jones supposedly kicked
Michael Jackson into a crumpled, sobbing heap on the floor for overdosing on “OOOHS!” and
“Heeheehees” while they were recording the stellar Off The Wall? Well, somebody needs to put
a call in to Quincy to come and give a boot party to David Gahan for throwing in a “YEAH!”
“UNGH!” or “COME ON!” between every pause in vocals. It had to be one of the most vocally
irritating things I have ever heard, partially because it was cheesy, partially because they are
not The Cult and it doesn’t fit, and partially because the vocals were low and the shrieking and
YEAH!-ing was entirely too loud. It was the equivalent of musical nails on a chalkboard and
ruined every single song that they played, including “Enjoy The Silence.” I would like to enjoy
it, Gahan… really I would.
After the dance rock party of Franz Ferdinand, my Coachella party wanted a change of pace,
so I sacrificed The Rakes to endure Daft Punk – not my favorite, but we have to be good
sports every once in awhile. While mainstream techno is not my cup of tea, I must say, I could
have come up with worse ways to spend an hour than watching smiling, dancing fiends gyrate
among an admittedly impressive laser light show. I daresay it was downright… fun.
So while Saturday didn’t have any Pixies, Bauhaus or Radiohead-level talent and no truly
historical performances such as the previously mentioned Wayne Coyne of Flaming Lips in a
giant hamster ball or Peter Murphy singing “Bela Lugosi…” upside down, it still was jam packed
with great art installations, enough decent to very good bands to keep one well exercised,
tasty food, reasonably priced water and sunshine… sooo much sunshine. Regardless, day one
of Coachella ended sunburn and heat exhaustion free, which is probably the greatest high
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Here comes the sunburn... it's all right. Day two at Coachella
2006-05-08
Adrienne Lake
Sunday brought the grim news of temperatures even more searing than the day before, so
when our attempts to see Los Amigos Invisibles were thwarted by a member of our party that
hadn’t completely recovered from the previous day, there was minimal whining. Especially
since there would be no avoiding James Blunt’s adult contemporary womanly croon of “You’re
beautifullll, you’re beautifullll,” as Canada’s Metric were to take the stage right after him.
Murs, The Magic Numbers and The Octopus Project were sacrificed in the name of health and
we eventually staggered back on to the Empire Polo Field during Matisyahu’s (the Hasidic
reggae hip hopper) altered beat box solo, which was surprisingly impressive.
The much talked about Wolf Parade played to a tentful of people
trying desperately to avoid the sun’s probing rays… well, all
except those who already had what looked like 3rd degree
burns. Go figure. It was still too hot to thoroughly enjoy any
band, but fortunately the temperature dropped a few valuable
degrees for England’s Bloc Party, who had created a massive sea
of humanity in front of the Outdoor Stage – the largest crowd
there yet. Suddenly the oppressive heat was forgotten by both
band and spectators as the band plowed through their upbeat,
danceable Brit rock with considerable force.
A friend who had toured with them had recently spoken of the
band’s swollen heads, but no egos were evident in their
performance. In fact, when one fan shouted, “Play one for the
English!” Bloc Party’s singer replied, “We don’t discriminate. This
one is for each and every one of you.” Then he climbed atop one of the stage’s massive amps
to joyfully pound out a few songs, much to everyone’s approval. They easily won the best
reaction of the crowd for the day, which is impressive as the sun was still up. Bravo.
Some sicko had decided to schedule Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Digable Planets at the same time.
This was inconsiderate because if one believes what one reads, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs aren’t
getting along terribly well, and being that Karen O is working on a solo project, who knows how
much longer they will be together?
Digable Planets are the epitome of the positive, jazz-influenced, mellow groove hip hop that
was at it’s peak in the early ‘90s – easily the best of their genre. Yes, there were bands that
didn’t generously pepper their rhymes with the “b” and “n” words and actually rapped about
positivity instead of constantly trying to assert their dominance over other MCs. We had met a
member of the Digable Planet’s posse on Thursday night at the Filter Party, he was easy to
spot as he was sporting the Digable’s afro comb t-shirt and he spoke glowingly about the
group’s new material. Then again, he also said he wrote a few of the songs, so yes, he was a
wee bit biased. They sounded just like they did back in the day and blessed the crowd with
favorites such as “Nickelbag of Funk” and “Cool Like That.”
The Yeah Yeah Yeah’s performance was a sharp contrast; full of the angst and energy (on the
part of Miss O, anyway) that is best experienced up close rather than from half a mile away on
the two giant monitors that were on each side of the gargantuan stage. “Maps” sounded ripe
with pain. Perhaps the articles chronicling the discomfort between the band members that
seem to be in every magazine lately have done the trick, but there did seem to be trouble in
punk paradise.
Though the Sahara Tent is the largest of the three, the masses swarming around it in
anticipation of Madonna’s (tardy) performance made it seem pointless to even try. But
apparently rumors of her set being a DJ one were false and those that saw her said it was a
full performance, complete with singing, dancers and the whole shebang (if you get my drift).
Regardless, it was pleasant to relax over a few Herbalife energy supplements and Mogwai’s
Scottish space rock and light show extravaganza. Which was the perfect preparation for
Sunday’s witching hour – Massive Attack’s sundown performance.
Concertgoers had prepared by reclining on blankets and pulling out any contraband they had
managed to smuggle in, i.e. pipes, airplane liquor bottles, joints, etc., to have the full trance-
inducing, sensual Massive Attack experience. You would have expected a field of writhing,
necking bodies during the Bristol act’s performance, but most were intently taking in the
pulsating electro-trip hop. Prayers were answered as song after song from Mezzanine were
played – perfectly. That rare performance was definitely worth missing the Go Team! who
performed simultaneously at the Outdoor Theatre across the field.
Our post Massive Attack choices were UK’s queertastic dance “Take Your Mama Out” popsters
Scissor Sisters or Art Brut (the description is in the band name). I would have preferred to
check out Art Brut as I would be missing their Plush performance with Birdmonster on May 4,
but was dragged to the former. The audience was fairly thin, but it’s hard to believe that the
majority of concertgoers were at Tool; many probably made an early dash to their cars to
avoid the hour-long cattle drive to the parking lot.
The Scissor Sisters reminded me of a more electronic and modern B-52s, both have an
upbeat, dance friendly and humorous approach to music and both feature male female vocal
interplay. Their lively performance was interrupted only by their confusing announcement that
this would be the last year Coachella would be at the Empire Polo Field, which seemed to be
news to everyone.
While Coachella 2006 may not go down in history as the best ever, it’s reassuring to know that
even at it’s worst, Coachella is still well worth the time, money, dust, expensive food, long
walks to the grounds from parking, difficulty getting a hotel room, dealing with the horrible
Coachella publicists, Tool fans, blisters, sunburns and heat exhaustion. Yes, it took three days
to recover from a nasty case of heat exhaustion, but in the end I wouldn’t trade the nausea,
fatigue and irritability for a regular, safe, non-eventful weekend at home, ever.
Check in at www.coachella.com to find out who will be part of next year’s lineup.
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Coachella Music Festival 2006 Review
June Caldwell
May 7, 2006
Review by June Caldwell with additional
reporting by Rodger Caldwell, Nga Luu and Tim
Estrada
We sweated, we danced, we laughed, we cried!
All the more poignant against a backdrop of
rumors that this is the last year it will be in this,
it’s flagship location, the Empire Polo Field in
Coachella California once again became the
annual magical, mystical Coachella Valley Music
and Arts Festival! Think Woodstock meets the
Burning Man during the last weekend of April,
with 90 bands and 60,000 fans.
And the Coachella memorable moment awards go to:
Most ‘overhyped band we never thought could live up to the hype but
did’: Wolfmother (Saturday) . The excitement in the tent was so palpable,
you could cut it with a knife! Andrew Stockdale, the lead singer- guitarist is an
old fashioned rock star evoking Steve Tyler of Aerosmith. Led Zeppelin meets
Ozzy Osbourne meets Free meets something completely new from down under
and the return of killer guitar and keyboard solos.
Alice in Wonderland award for ‘giant superstar in grotesquely undersized
tent with microscopic proportions compared to the crowd trying to
squeeze in’: Madonna (Sunday). Doing the math, one realizes of course only
maybe one-kazillionth of the fans that wanted to could see or hear any of her
set!…fortunately nobody was hurt too bad, apparently nothing the beer garden
across the field couldn’t heal. Or, in our case…a shot of pure joy from The Go!
Team…
Most ‘I finally get why people love them band’: The Go! Team (Sunday)
whom we dragged ourselves to see, disgruntled and disheveled from
our
unsuccessful foray into the chosen circle of those who actually caught a
glimpse of Madonna. Before I knew it we were dancing singing laughing caught
up in the sheer glory of their joy. Now I understand what it’s like to be a manic-
depressive without meds (and I’m sticking to the claim I couldn’t have
understood that any other way!).
Most ‘unifying hero’: Kanye West (Saturday). His set was the exact
opposite of the Madonna debacle. He was on the big stage, the biggest star
having the second most popular album of 2005 in the US. The crowd for him
spread across the desert all with room to dance and a view of the huge
screens. Kanye is energy, love, and defiance all rolled into one! Starting with a
string quartet, he jammed through a whirlwind of his influences which spanned
from Al Green’s ‘Let’s Stay Together’ to Aha’s ‘Take On Me’ showing us that
sometimes hip-hop and rock are all really just music and we are all really just
people as we sang and danced along at the top of our lungs as if our
life
depended on it! Somehow he was singing to and for all of us.
Most ‘whoops! they did it again’ country: Canada, for Wolf Parade
(Sunday). Last year’s Canadians, Arcade Fire was the unexpected break-out
act of Coachella; this year Canada’s native Wolf Parade marched away with that mantle. Wolf Parade’s
underground buzz exploded in a set of tight eloquent lush keyboards and bouncing spiky guitars like Boston
meets David Byrne meets Futureheads in a passion that was stopping people in their tracks walking by who
were yanked into the tent by the sheer force of the music!
Most ‘return of Kacy and the Sunshine Band meets Captain and Tennille complete with gold lame
and their guitarists were killer too’: Scissor Sisters (Sunday). Fun and funny, looking like a schmaltzy
Las Vegas act and kicking ass at the same time with sparkling unforgettable songs and brash searing
guitars.
Most ‘adorable epitome of a Coachella indie band stereotype’: Magic Numbers (Sunday). Never
sweeter or more beautiful vocal harmonies or catchier songs than these! They are the down-to-earth indie
epitome of the band you expect to see as you sit in a big field of grass with a desert breeze kicking in.
They are so cute someone must make a set of plush toys based on each of them immediately! More
assured since I saw them last year, they played a song from their upcoming album with an added kick of
some full throttle rock, they now officially have it all.
Most ‘Weezer with an Arkansas twang’: The New Amsterdams (Saturday). These guys were more
nerdy looking than a high school chess club, yet laying down masterfully melodious, and searing power
guitar licks plus they had the irresistible Arkansas twang that takes you out into a big field in the sun, er…
actually come to think if it, that is where we were when we saw them at Coachella!… nonetheless, their
sunny power pop had heart and soul to spare, a rarity in a genre generally overpopulated with formula
clones.
Most ‘uplifting moment’: when Matisyahu the Jewish rapper
was imploring the Lord to "Lift me up!" (Sunday) His cross
between reggae and rapping combined with his traditional Jewish
garb and beard sound like the set up of a joke (“the Rabbi, the
Rastafarian and the Rapper all walk into a bar…”) but completely
work for no reason that makes any sense to the logical mind, he just
happens to rock the house and you just have to be there!
Most ‘South Bay punk muscle overtones in a Brit pop band’:
Nine Black Alps (Saturday). The UK band with the young Tim
Robbins look-a-like lead singer starting out with the barroom brawl
Brit sound of the Art Brut and Arctic Monkeys lineage, they seared
into some testosterone blazing guitar and vocal harmonies that
would be as at home at the Warped Tour as Coachella.
Most ‘Detroit R&B from across the pond’: The Zutons
(Saturday). From the UK, sweet harmonies with a rockin’ rhythm
section and skillful guitar. They dish up soulful sweet pop with a
dash of metal guitar, a pinch of R&B horns getting folks dancing til they are dizzy in the desert heat.
Most ‘Latin rhythms get the hips moving just when you think you will sit this day out!’: Los Amigos
Invisibles (Sunday) Latin rockers from Venezuela, Los Amigos Invisibles, were clearly at home on the Main
Stage. Their lively percussive rhythms & charismatic performances by lead singer, Julio Briceno, and
guitarist, Jose Luis Pardo, woke up the crowd still a little sleepy from Day 1. They quickly got everyone
within hearing distance dancing to the beats.
Most ‘cheerfully still doing what they do, but we just can’t take them seriously’: Franz Ferdinand (Sunday).
One of the biggest names of the festival: they sing, they dance, they have great stage
dressing! Their updated eighties white dance music sound all but defined the last two years, and they have
been given credit for kicking off the new Brit invasion. Somehow they are still happy fluff, like a sitcom that
makes you laugh but you forget the next day.
Most ‘creative freaks of the night’: Daft Punk (Saturday)
boasted wicked beats with sweet rhythms
and most exemplified the heart of Coachella, dance club in a tent.
Most ‘spacey tripsters for the hipsters': Sigur Ros (Saturday). Sigur Ros were the soundtrack to a
beautiful desert sunset as the temperature cooled and that gorgeous orange glow settled on everyone’s
skin. They created a sonic atmosphere out of bowed guitars, surging strings, and wailing horns, bringing
the night to life, like seal pups popping from the snow while just discovering how to keep warm while at
play.
'Band with name most likely to be mispronounced': Stellastar (seriously, try saying it right
the first time!) (Saturday). The steamy tent was packed with sweaty Stellastar fans. Just before sunset it was
still plenty hot, but the festival seemed to be awakening from afternoon siesta. Flavors of punk pop rock
and new wave are all nicely blended together into a danceable mix of rockin' melodies by this group that, in
spite of being compared to everyone from U2, the Pixies and Talking Heads, really have a sound all their
own.
Most ‘contortions, gyrations, exhortations, & supplications in an effort to make us believe they
really got sometin' there’: Depeche Mode (Saturday). With an elaborate spaceship stage setting,
Depeche Mode started off their set with singles from their latest album, such as “A Pain That I’m Used To”
and “Precious.” They sounded perfect in an effortless way, with an energetic Dave Gahan covering the
entire stage and Martin Gore suited up in black feather wings and mohawked cap. Truly making Coachella a
special event, the band performed the first song they’ve ever recorded, “Photographic.” Classics like
“Personal Jesus” and “Enjoy the Silence” evoked one monstrous sing along after the other.
Most ‘exactly like their name’: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (Saturday). Sounding like the bastard child
of David Byrne and Paul Banks, the lead singer of clap Your Hands Say Yeah dragged the audience up,
down, left, right, and everywhere in between with his distinctive, wavering voice. Defying the scorching,
unrelenting sun, the crowd danced along to CYHSY’s playful melodies as well as, you guessed it, clapping
their hands.
Most ‘exact opposite of it’s name’: the ‘VIP section’ (as usual) with walls of people waving their ‘VIP
wristbands’ in the face of the guards demanding to be let into the VIP area gate like obnoxious lemmings...
hoping to catch a glimpse of some of the band members – whom of course all generally avoid that area like
the plague! Most of the lemmings got their wristbands passed out at the DKNY corporate sponsored pool
party or paid a few hundred extra bucks. The real VIP’s were the workers scrubbing and cleaning the
outhouses throughout the day (a first in festival history).
Most ‘perfect band to end the festival on a high note’: Art Brut (Sunday) I have never seen a fuller
tent for the last band pulling away a good chunk of crowd from the headliner, Tool. As Art Brut hit the
stage we were all immediately reminded of listening to your favorite band at the corner pub no matter how
big the stage is, singing along with their anthem-like songs like our life depends on it, and wondering when
they will go ahead and act on ‘…Considering a Move to LA!’
http://www.thephoenix.com/article_ektid11673.aspx
Wicked games
Hanging with Giant Drag at Coachella
By: JEFF MILLER
5/8/2006 5:52:43 PM
There was a time, not that long ago,
when the two-or-three-day rock-festival
experience was reserved for the Brits,
who slogged through countless
Glastonbury and Reading festivals
while we Yanks were treated to
traveling shows like the original
Lollapaloozas every summer. When
the Coachella festival — a multi-stage,
alternative-leaning, two-day event that
the booking agency Goldenrod brings
to the Empire Polo Field in Indio,
California, every May — was founded
eight years ago, the idea seemed a bit
risky, especially in light of the disaster
that same year of Woodstock ’99. But
Coachella, whose 2006 incarnation
wrapped up last weekend, has now
become an institution. And other
festivals — like Bonnaroo, which this
year scored Radiohead, and a three-
day Lollapalooza in Chicago — have
been springing up all over the country,
using the Coachella model
(inexpensive water, a veritable iPod-
on-shuffle mix of artists).
Coachella itself underwent a serious change this year. In the past, the festival has
amounted to a who’s-where assessment of not-quite mainstream music — a
launching pad for buzz bands like the Arcade Fire, who were the stars in 2005, or
for the re-formation of groups like the Pixies, who helped sell 50,000 tickets and
establish the festival as a juggernaut in 2004. This year’s edition dabbled in the
mainstream through a risky appearance by Madonna, who played her first festival
show to a throng of true believers and thousands of disappointed curiosity
seekers. When the Red Hot Chili Peppers headlined in 2003, critics complained
they were too mainstream; now, the event’s promoters admit that no one is too big
for Coachella.
But any festival goer knows it’s not the top line that counts but what’s underneath.
And this year’s Coachella had its share of breakthrough bands. The Cee-
Lo/Danger Mouse collaboration Gnarls Barkley, for one, and My Morning Jacket,
who hit the second stage while Kanye West was on the main one. Still farther
down the bill were Giant Drag, an LA two-piece whose debut CD, Hearts and
Unicorns (Kickball), set the blogger world on fire earlier this year, thanks to
everything from the gritty guitars to a glamorous sort of melancholy, not to mention
song titles like “Kevin Is Gay” and “You Fuck like My Dad.” Waifish indie-rock
dreamgirl Annie Hardy took the Coachella stage bra-less and wearing a pleated,
barely-thigh-covering plaid skirt and proceeded to stammer off sexual non
sequiturs that would make a porn star blush. “I wrote this song when I was eight,”
she said, dedicating it to her first love. “He broke my heart, and he broke my
hymen.” Audible gasps from the audience, followed by a gritty interpretation of
Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” — a track that’s been added to a 2006 major-label
reissue of Hearts and Unicorns (Interscope).
Back in the festival’s overrun VIP area, after the band’s set, Hardy and straight-
man Micah Calabrese are sitting under a palm tree soaking up some shade in the
95-degree heat. They’re already in the middle of an all-day cycle of interviews, and
gearing up for a tour that will bring them across the country to the Middle East on
May 11. Nothing changes about Hardy’s forthright demeanor when you’re one-on-
two. That’s part of the charm. When I ask about technical problems on stage, she
breaks into a rant about the septic tank being cleaned behind their trailer. “It’s
beautiful, smelling the shit of 100 bands. Matisyahu — that one smells like
matzos!”
And where do Giant Drag fit in among the festival’s superstars, wanna-bes, and
indie-approved hipsters? Here’s Hardy’s take: “It’s like the time I was on NME’s
cool list. I was the last one on the list — I was #50. Does that make me cool? Or
does that make me almost cool?”
Beyond cool is more like it — and being so unselfconsciously comfortable with the
subject makes her that much cooler. Critics who’ve compared her with PJ Harvey
and Liz Phair? “I don’t care. We have vaginas and breasts and play music. That’s
all a journalist needs to know. Stamp that: article done!”
What comparison would she prefer? “John Lennon, Bob Dylan, Weird Al Yankovic,
Tupac, Mozart, James Blunt . . . ” She’s smiling now, sheepishly. In fact, the only
time she gets serious is when I give her the opportunity to set the record straight
about a little Internet controversy. Months before the show, Coachella message
boards exploded when Hardy was quoted in a Colorado Springs newspaper as
saying she hated the two Coachellas she’d attended as a fan. “I told a story about
how I came to Coachella and ended up crying because of the people I went with
being dicks to me. Of course, that wasn’t sensational enough. I’ll talk shit, and I’ll
stand behind everything I say. But I didn’t fucking say that.”
One thing that Hardy is certain of is that she prefers being a performer to being a
ticketholder. “It’s only a million times better. You get a trailer with air conditioning.”
And in the hot desert sun, nothing — not even playing a show with Madonna or
finding yourself on an NME list — is cooler than that.
Giant Drag + Pretty Girls Make Graves + Joggers | May 11 | Middle East
downstairs, 480 Mass Ave, Cambridge | 617.864.EAST
On the Web
Giant Drag: http://www.giantdrag.com/
FUN IN THE SUN: “It’s beautiful, smelling the
shit of 100 bands,” Annie Hardy jokes.
Just a few more links to festival stuff:
IGN's Coachella Diary 2006: Day One.
http://music.ign.com/articles/705/705132p1.html
Cellular South Stage Sunday review.
http://www.commercialappeal.com/mca/live_music/article/0,1426,MCA_508_4681896,00.html
Sound Generator's music festivals guide, 2006.
http://www.soundgenerator.com/news/showarticle.cfm?articleid=7623
A very European solution to your festival woes...
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Hey Carl, you didn't have to shorten your posts, I was only kidding ; )
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No, no, Homers, it's just I couldn't take it any more! What happened was, I stumbled across a load of Coachella stories, thanks to Google news....so I said, right, I suppose I'll have a go at posting these here. But there turned out to be a lot more than I thought, and I didn't realise what I had gotten myself into. By that stage, I just said, ah, the heck with it, I'll post the rest. I must be nuts. Never again. ;)
http://www.gotravelinsurance.co.uk/public/news.asp?id=17121451
Portugal pumps up the volume
Portugal's largest rock music festival gets underway at the end of May in the ancient European capital of Lisbon.
In the past Super Bock Super Rock has boasted bagfuls of big names from the pop world, including the Pixies, Avril Lavigne and Nelly Furtado.
This year the festival is split into two Acts, the first on May 25th and 26th and the second from June 7th to 8th, with bands including Placebo, Deftones, Editors, 50 Cent, Keane and Franz Ferdinand.
All the action takes place on two stages erected in Lisbon's Nations Park, a newer up-and-coming area of the city, with fine restaurants and an excellent shopping centre.
The park was first built with an "ocean" theme for the Expo 98 and the Oceanarium is still open to visitors, as are other pavilions. You can also get a cable car ride and grab a great view from the 17,185m-long Vasco da Gama, Europe's longest bridge.
However, holidaymakers will also want the chance to soak up the relaxed atmosphere and history in the older quarters on the slopes of the hill topped by St George's Castle.
In June the locals in Alfama, Castelo and Mouraria take to these medieval streets for feasts in honour of their patron saints.
Lisbon is stretched over seven separate hills, with a stroll along the river Tagus to the natural harbour the ideal way to unwind.
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Festivals Rock This Summer
By Robert Holmes
TheStreet.com Staff Reporter
7/3/2006 2:07 PM EDT
My first music festival experience came in 2004 at the Coachella Music Festival, near Palm Springs, Calif.
Normally I would shy away from such large crowds and unbearable heat, but the lineup was just too good to miss: Festivalgoers were treated to headliners The Cure and Radiohead, as well as one of the first performances of the recently reunited Pixies. Also on the bill were Beck, Kraftwerk, the Flaming Lips, Air, Belle & Sebastian, Muse and other bands I was thrilled to see live.
And what could have been a nightmare turned out to be an amazing weekend trip.
Temperatures were over 100 degrees in the sun; there were almost 50,000 sweaty bodies surrounding the stage by the time the Pixies launched into their first song at dusk. The beer tent was one of few areas providing sanctuary from the heat, but the prices (upward of $10 each) and fear of getting too dehydrated kept attendees away.
Sure, the trip was an expensive one, after combining roundtrip airfare, hotel and food costs and the tickets. However, in addition to seeing some of my favorite musical acts, I squeezed in an extra day of sightseeing and pool-side lounging, a frozen margarita always within reach.
If I had stayed in New York City and saw each band individually when they toured the area, I would have quickly exceeded the cost of the whole weekend -- if I had been lucky enough to even get tickets before scalpers scooped them up. Taking a mini-vacation to relax and enjoy all of the artists made the festival trip worthwhile.
The More, the Merrier
Jeff Baum, contributor to Gothamist.com and music blogger at Central Village, prefers festivals to individual artists' concerts because he enjoys having everything laid out for him.
" [There is] no worrying about having tickets for each band, getting on the list, finding the after-parties," says Baum. "You can just wake up, go see music all day and hang out all night. In New York, it's rarely that simple."
Beyond convenience, festivals help introduce ticketholders to countless new musical acts. In addition to my 10 must-see bands, I was treated to a circus-like environment at the Coachella festival, helping me indulge in music stylings I would normally shy away from.
"There's something genuinely comprehensive about the atmosphere at larger music festivals," says Dan Rogers, a Boston real estate developer and concertgoer. "A lot of today's festivals offer such an array of music styles, that if you're a fan of music in general, you can always find a stage or a tent throughout the day that has someone playing something that completely fascinates you. I hate the crowds, but all the bands and styles is what gets me to these things."
Tennessee's annual Bonnaroo Festival took place the third weekend of June this year and included by far one of the most diverse sets of musicians ever assembled.
Once a jam band-oriented festival, Bonnaroo expanded to include such diverse acts as Radiohead, Beck, Elvis Costello, Sonic Youth and Tom Petty for its 2006 incarnation. The additions of these artists paid off -- the festival sold all 90,000 available tickets.
Brought to You By...
While ticket sales help fund a majority of the costs for festivals, sponsorships and partners are also brought into the fold. The sponsors help fund the costs of the festival, and quite often, the return they get on the investment is well worth it.
Most companies are selected to target a certain demographic of festival attendees; not surprisingly, many festivals have alcohol distributors as sponsors. In return, organizers may allow a company such as Budweiser (BUD - news - Cramer's Take) to be the only beer vendor on the festival grounds.
"Our partners have contributed to the success of the festival," says Richard Goodstone, sponsorship coordinator with Superfly Presents, a company that helped curate the Bonnaroo Festival. "Our philosophy is that every one of our corporate partners needs to add to the overall experience of the event. This is a true partnership and a value-added for the fans, which they understand and appreciate."
Philip de Liser, an organizer for the electronic music festival 10 Days Off in Belgium, says that companies choose to sponsor music festivals "to get access to a certain audience. It gives its product a profile by connecting it to an event."
Of course, while cash income or media attention can be important to both sponsors and festival organizers, de Liser points out how important it is that, in turn, "we choose our commercial partners. They have to fit with the image and philosophy of the event."
However, Bonnaroo's organizers were intent on restraining corporate sponsors. Baum notes that "Bonnaroo actually hid the sponsorships very well," and the most prominent issue forced upon attendees "was to clean up and take care of the environment, which is hard to complain about, really."
"Some festivals show ads on the projection screens in between bands or on huge billboards, but I saw none of that," Baum adds. "There was a Microsoft (MSFT - news - Cramer's Take) Xbox arcade tent and an AT&T (T - news - Cramer's Take) Internet cafe. Both were fun, optional and useful, so there were no complaints. Budweiser even sponsored a cleanup crew."
"We don't name stages or put up banners throughout the site, which our consumers do not respect," Goodstone explains. "Companies choose to partner with Bonnaroo because we provide a ... unique opportunity for their brands. Where else do you have the ability to integrate your brands into the city of 90,000 people that is Bonnaroo in a way that is authentic and relevant to the consumer? Rather than just having a touch point of three hours at a concert or even a day festival, brands are able to communicate with the Bonnaroo community for 24 hours a day over a four-day period."
This Summer's Top Festivals
We've got your covered -- here's a listing of festivals across the globe for almost every weekend this summer. So, get ready to rock, and don't forget the suntan lotion, a bottle of water and your wallet.
Oxegen Festival -- Punchestown, Ireland (7/8-7/9)
Lineup: The Who, The Strokes, James Brown, Richard Ashcroft, Gomez, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sigur Ros, Ben Harper, Pharrell Williams, Goldfrapp, Arctic Monkeys, Felix da Housecat
Sponsor: Heineken
10 Days Off -- Ghent, Belgium (7/14-7/24)
Lineup: Matthew Dear, Carl Craig, Jeff Mills, Sasse, Morgan Geist, Magda
Sponsors: Bacardi, Red Bull, Studio Brussel
Splendour In The Grass -- Byron Bay, Australia (7/22-7/23)
Lineup: Brian Wilson (Beach Boys), Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Jose Gonzalez, Mos Def, TV On The Radio, Death Cab For Cutie, Sonic Youth, The Avalanches, DJ Shadow, Scissor Sisters, The Zutons
Sponsor: Rolling Stone Magazine
Pitchfork's Music Festival -- Chicago, IL (7/29-7/30)
Lineup: Spoon, Yo La Tengo, Mission Of Burma, The Futureheads, Ted Leo + The Pharmacists, Art Brut, Band of Horses, Matmos, Devendra Banhart, Diplo
Sponsors: Toyota's (TOY - news - Cramer's Take) Scion, Whole Food Markets (WFMI - news - Cramer's Take)
Lollapalooza -- Chicago, IL (8/4-8/6)
Lineup: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Kanye West, Wilco, The Flaming Lips, Ween, Queens of the Stone Age, Ryan Adams, Sonic Youth, Sleater-Kinney, Blues Traveler, Built To Spill, Gnarls Barkley
Sponsors: AT&T, Sony's (SNE - news - Cramer's Take) PlayStation, Budweiser
Sziget -- Obudai Island, Budapest, Hungary (8/9-8/16)
Lineup: Radiohead, Franz Ferdinand, Ministry, Placebo, Scissor Sisters, Therapy?
Sponsors: MasterCard (MA - news - Cramer's Take), Samsung
Pukkelpop -- Hasselt, Belgium (8/17-8/19)
Lineup: Beck, Radiohead, Daft Punk, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Keane, Snow Patrol, Placebo, My Morning Jacket, Zero 7, The Shins, Belle & Sebastian, Massive Attack, Ministry, Pennywise, DJ Shadow
Sponsors: Toyota, Coca-Cola (KO - news - Cramer's Take),
V Festival -- Chelmsford & Staffordshire, UK (8/19-8/20)
Lineup: Radiohead, Morrissey, Beck, Keane, Bloc Party, Fatboy Slim, Editors, Starsailor, We Are Scientists, The Go! Team, Rufus Wainwright, The Cardigans, Gavin DeGraw, Bic Runga
Sponsor: Virgin Mobile
Download Festival (East Coast) -- Mansfield, MA (8/20)
Lineup: 311, The Wailers, G Love & Special Sauce, Dropkick Murphys, Jurassic 5
(West Coast) -- San Francisco, CA (9/30)
Lineup: TBA
Sponsors: News Corp's (NWS - news - Cramer's Take) MySpace.com, SanDisk (SNDK - news - Cramer's Take), Wells Fargo (WFC - news - Cramer's Take)
Reading Festival -- Reading, U.K. (8/25-8/27)
Lineup: Muse, Pearl Jam, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, My Chemical Romance, Slayer, Dashboard Confessional, Flogging Molly, The Fall, Peaches, Dizzee Rascal, Primal Scream, Broken Social Scene, Jet, Coheed & Cambria
Sponsors: Nokia (NOK - news - Cramer's Take), Carling, HMV Records
Austin City Limits Festival -- Austin, TX (9/15-9/17)
Lineup: Tom Petty, Willie Nelson, Van Morrison, Ben Harper, The Flaming Lips, John Mayer, Los Lonely Boys, Muse, Ween, Tragically Hip, The Shins, Kings of Leon, Aimee Mann, Son Volt, Guster
Sponsors: AT&T, Advanced Micro Devices (AMD - news - Cramer's Take), Washington Mutual (WM - news - Cramer's Take), Cingular
The Bonnaroo fest (photo by Jeff Baum)
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This is the festival in Brittany where I'll probably go this year too:
http://www.laroutedurock.com/_pages/artistes.htm
11 août : Mogwai, Calexico, Liars, Islands, Islands, Why?, Howling Bells, etc.
12 août : Cat Power, Belle & Sebastian, TV On The Radio, The Pipettes, You Say Party! We Say Die!, Radio 4, etc.
13 août : Franz Ferdinand, Katerine, Chloé, The Television Personalities, The Spinto Band, Band Of Horses, etc.
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and this is the electro-festival that currently takes place in my city:
http://www.les-siestes-electroniques.com/
30 juin : Our Aura Hour feat. Kevin Blechdom.
1er juillet : Tellemake,A Hawk And A Hacksaw, Toshiyuki Yasuda, Justus Koehncke, France Copland, Modeselektor, Koyote & Goon.
2 juillet : Humanleft, Midaircondo, Krikor, Legowelt.
7 juillet : Hauschka.
8 juillet : Midi & Demix, Ensemble, Schneider TM, Juan Atkins, Daniel Wang, Optimo.
9 juillet : Avia Gardner, Opiate, Ada, Juicy Panic.
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Cassandra, go and see Optimo at Liquid Club on 8th July.
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Free? Well then why on earth won't you be there?
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And what are these better things? Yes I really am that nosey!
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Well if she does, I'll comfort her ; )
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quote:
Originally posted by cassandra is
eh eh eh... like being in PJ Harvey's bed just for one night... oooooops! hope my girlfriend won't read this... 
PJ Harvey is my girlfriend. We're both very angry at you're comments.
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She's leaving me!! Now look what you've done, Cass!
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I already got that covered Cassandra ; )
By the way, why doesn't your girlfriend like English men? That's a bit racist.
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The Music Festivals 2006 Thread.
hey! maybe it's time for suggesting a "ménage à trois" to my girl!