  So Coachella was super-ultra-mega, obviously. Some things happened: Before we decended upon Indio, I made a stop in LA and met up with lifetime friend, Larry. Because Larry is THE COOLEST PERSON EVER, he took me directly to urlLink In-N-Out Burger . Clearly the greatest place on earth. (oh and Larry, here's the urlLink secret menu -use it wisely). Ok so since Larry is a producer extrodinare I got to accompany him on a shoot, thereby getting to experience all the wonders of LA (including the traffic, it was awsome) in 6 and 1/2 hours. I even got to drive the car down Hollywood Blvd, while Larry shot footage out the back. AND one of his friends called me "babe.
" But sadly, I had to bid Larry, Snake, Fizz and Panther adieu and continue into the desert and the the literal hottness . The shows ruled. It was urlLink mad hot . We urlLink put liquor in sun-tan lotion bottles . I did urlLink tricks . The Stills were as amazing as the urlLink back drop . I died when they played "Still in Love Song" (I urlLink died a bunch on this trip, I also did some crying). Death also occured during none other than urlLink Death Cab.
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Stellastarr* kicked so much ass it was retarded. That set was all about realizing that being in an a positively igneous tent smelling of rotting milk just means you have to dance harder and faster, which of course I did, followed by crying. urlLink Pixies . I can't even talk about the urlLink Pixies without having a grand mal seizure. They were beyond fabulous. I died like 10 times. They played U-Mass, Veloria, Heaven, Here Comes Your Man, Bone Machine, Gigantic, Carribou, Monkey Gone to Heaven, Debaser...and a bunch more (I'm going to try to put up some set lists as they become available). Radiohead, obvioulsy was fantastic. They're an interesting band. Their music teeters between hopefull and depressing; at least for me.
urlLink . Day Two was retarded. Did you know that if you dance wildly to urlLink !!! in 110 degree weather, you actually feel better. It's true, try it. Amazing. Broken Scocial Scene ruled. There was even a marriage proposal involved. The Killers, well, killed. There were so many bands I can't go into them all by any means so i'm gonig to skip to the coupe de gras which was clearly urlLink AIR .
The sun was setting over the Rockies, and AIR was out of controll. So amazing I spazzed during "Kelly Watch the Stars" and there was some definite death happening during the most ammazing rendition of Femme D'Argent--- EVER ! urlLink The Flaming Lips put on a ridiculous show. I huge highlight for me came next. Basment Jaxx. Say what you want about them selling out I don't give a shit. They played Red Alert . I danced about like urlLink whirling dervish .
Then Dizzee Rascal came on to play with them. Death occured. The Cure. What a sophisticated band. As I was standing amongst the masses of entranced hipsters and goths, the warm desert wind grazing my shoulders, I realized that this band has the power to evoke feelings. Whether it's happiness, bitterness, lonelyness or longing each song saturates you with sentiment until you feel like you're going to succumb. Then we went home. 
