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Winds and Neon Palm Trees
Coachella 2005
by Margaret Pitcher
photos by David Vann
Ah, festivals. For me this is holiday season. There's something about
having a palette of music to choose from, jumping around from stage
to stage or venue to venue, checking out old favorites and getting turned
on to new artists, connecting with friends and meeting new ones. Though
I'm claustrophobic and have a fear of crowds I can always find a comfortable
zone whether at a multi-venue fest in the city or a camping festival
in the sticks. The real challenge is deciding which festivals to catch,
especially since the festival scene has blown up in the last few years
with large and small events popping up everywhere.
A few weeks ago, at the kind behest of some friends, I got a last-minute
invite to attend the Coachella Valley Music Festival. This marked my
first time at Coachella and my first foray into this year's festival
season. As I'm somewhat of a rock mama, its format – hip-hop and
electronica in addition to indie rock, pop and other genres - was a
bit of a departure for me. Yet Coachella, like all festivals, is whatever
you make of it. With 90+ acts on five stages there's a lot to choose
from and it's nearly impossible to catch all the great music. And while
I'm still kicking myself for missing out on certain bands at the same
time I got a good earful and overall had a very fulfilling weekend.
For those who haven't been, Coachella is held on a polo field in Indio,
CA near Palm Springs. The nearby town of La Quinta is
a bizarre upscale golfing community in the middle of a desert, making
its lush green and flowered lawns all the more surreal. There's not
much incentive to camp onsite as they forbid alcohol and curfew is at
11pm. Plus it's hot as hell during the day, though this year's pleasant
arid heat was a far cry from last year's scorching 107 degrees. The
site itself is well laid-out and user-friendly: it's basically a grassy
lawn with the stages and tents set up along the perimeter, allowing
you to move very easily from stage to stage. Several art installations
were set up on the grounds, some that left you scratching your head
(as though-provoking art should do) and others that were more hands-on.
The Bike Rodeo was a great idea and The Drum Orb and Horn Massive were
inviting and hypnotizing. At night the palm trees which surround the
grounds were lit up in blue, green and fuchsia, water images and other
light designs were projected on the white tent tops, and rays of white
light shot up from the perimeter to form a giant luminous tee-pee over
the festival. The vibe of Coachella was a bit LA yet surprisingly cosmopolitan.
Not only were the Brits well represented on stage, you could also hear
that and various different accents among the 50-60,000 music fans in
attendance.
As
for the music... The first day was a bit overwhelming and regrettably
I ended up at the main stage most of the time. Snow Patrol and Keane
were enjoyable, as were Wilco and Weezer - nothing really out of the
ordinary, they did their thing which seemed to please most fans. Bauhaus
threw a much-needed wrench into the scene with melodramatic stage effects
and a very theatrical performance. Coldplay finished up the main stage
on Saturday night. It was a decent set but pretty mellow as Coldplay
tends to be; I suppose it was nice to chill out at the end of a very
hectic day. I was able to catch some of Rilo Kiley's afternoon set which
was impressive. Their sound is rockin' pop with an element of alt-country,
and though their hit single "Portions For Foxes" is catchy
and pleasant enough it's just one in an arsenal of good songs that's
gaining widespread recognition for this young band. Jean Grae, a sassy,
sexy, foul-mouthed MC from NYC, came on very strong when she rocked
out the Gobi tent. You've probably heard her voice on various hip-hop
collaborations yet her talent certainly warrants individual attention.
Definitely someone to keep an eye on.
By the second day I was more acclimated and that, coupled
with the more temperate weather, made it easier to navigate between
the stages. Once again I missed out on the earlier acts - such is the
hazard of staying off-site - but once we arrived I hit the ground running.
M.I.A., the fast-rising superstar MC from England via Sri Lanka, had
the Gobi tent in the palm of her hand. (Score another one for women
in hip-hop.) Hard-rockin' Brits Kasabian delivered an excellent set
and proved that they're going to blow up huge. Bad-ass MC Beans was
riveting, fittingly backed by a band called Holy Fuck. The Arcade Fire
was excellent, with a myriad of instruments that created a whimsical
feel and a sound that's slightly Poi Dog-esque yet completely original.
Aesop Rock is a trip, and for his set the colorful MC brought out the
illustrious Mr. Lif from The Perceptionists (who played earlier that
day) for some lively wordplay. Japanese turntablist DJ Krush emitted
global-flavored hop-hop beats. The Dresden Dolls brought us back to
a 1930s-style cabaret. Sets by the recently reunited Gang of Four and
New Order were solid, although the real rockstars were Nine Inch Nails.
Also back from a long hiatus, and obviously aware of its audience's
anticipation, NIN pulled out all the stops with a tight, gripping set
that ended with the anthemic "Head Like A Hole." Obviously
they've been building up steam during their time-out and for me their
set was one of the highlights of the entire Coachella festival. It would
be hard to top that, but we finished the night with the last few songs
from Bright Eyes. This sensitive songwriter put on a fine live performance,
backed by a full band complete with strings and two drummers. Now I
know why he's been on the cover of every other music magazine in the
last few months.
Next stops: Back to the rock garden at Bonnaroo and High
Sierra.
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