It was steaming hot in the desert this year, not quite as hot as 2004, but still pretty roasty. The good folks at Coachella put into place a system where you could exchange 10 empty plastic bottles for one free bottle of water. This was good not only for hydration, but also helped ease the hit of 15-20 $2 waters throughout the day. It was also a big hit for Mrs. tomauto not only because she's a big recycler but also the fact that nothing amuses her more then watching her husband dive into trash cans while festival going strangers laugh at him.
A special mention here of
The Mormons, a band who played on their own accord in the parking lot coming into the grounds. Four guys dressed in shirts/ties and wearing bicycle helmets playing a kinda hyper energetic indie rock. They were pretty fucking cool, maybe a good addition for next year?
Yeva was one of the only acts that I wasn't able to find any info on before heading to the fest. Naturally this made them a good place to start Saturday, as I've found some great surprises checking out unknown bands at Coachella. The fellas in Yeva are from Puerto Rico and they combined a percussive Latin traditional rhythmic style with crunching heavy metal. They were outwardly excited to be playing such a big event, and it came through in the music. Lots of smiles and they really took advantage of the oppurtunity to use a 50 chunk of time to produce great music and win over some fans, which they apparently did. Later that night I tried to pick up their EP at the Virgin music store on site, but it sold out not long after their set.
Fountains of Wayne came up next on the agenda over at the main stage. I'm prone to needing a good power pop fix, and they provided it. They do have a tendency to come up with some really daft lyrics, and luckily they didn't play that ridiculous
Stacey's Mom song. They sounded good, lots of good hooks and great harmonies. They also played one of my favorite power pop songs of all time,
Radiation Vibe, with it's fantastic punchy chorus. Number of times artist mentioned how how it was = 2
Mrs. tomauto really digs
Regina Spektor, and I also really enjoyed the little bit of stuff of hers that I'd heard before catching her set. However, I wouldn't mind not hearing
Fidelity ever again. Goddamn that songs overplayed. Anyway, her set was wonderful. She started out a capella and then moved behind her piano, which eventually conked out on her after a few songs. No matter, she moved to guitar while the keyboard was fixed and continued to play wonderfully crafted songs with some of the best lyrics I heard all weekend. What a voice. Number of times artist mentioned how hot it was = 1
The New Pornographers are another band I've really wanted to check out live. We made sure we got there in time to pick up a good spot near the stage, especially considering The Decemberists were up next. "Today's a good day to die" was A.C. Newman's greeting to the crowd, which was followed by a quick brainstorming session as to who that quote needed to be attributed to (Native American saying/Apocolypse Now quote being the dual outcome). It did look like the band may expire on stage, as both Newman and his keyboardist looked like they were about to pass out, to the point that they had to take water and frozen lemonade breaks. They opened with a smashing
Sing Me Spanish Techno and did good job of playing hard through a bad mix (a problem that plagued the second stage all weekend). There were also good rendetions of
Use It and
Miss Teen Wordpower. Number of times artist mentioned how hot it was = approx. 152
I love seeing
The Decemberists play, even though I was a bit underwhelmed by
The Crane Wife (too many turkeys on that record). They always have so much fun onstage and it's incredibly infectious. They had my personal favorite timeslot, right about sunset time, and they took advantage of the cooling temps to start an impromptu dance contest in the crowd, having each side form dance circles. It was at this point that I saw some of the dorkiest white boy dancing I've even bared witness to. It didn't matter that this occurred during
The Perfect Crime #2, one of the lesser songs in their catalog, it was still a joyous occasion. During
The Island, keyboardist Jenny Conlee had her organ/synth go down completely, so in true make lemonade out of lemons fashion she grabbed her accordian and did her best to lay down the crazy, prog rock organ parts using the alternate instrument. It got her well deserved high fives from her bandmates at the conclusion of the song. The biggest highlight at any Decemberists show it the massive crowd involving epic
The Mariner's Revenge Song. At the proper queue (usually guitarist Chris Funk's arm motions) the crowd screams as if being ingested by a large, viscious whale. However this time a large homemade costumed whale piloted by three humans came out and attacked drummer John Moen
upending him and his snare drum.
If you ever put on plays, or pretended to be a rock star, or enjoyed making films or writing stories as a child/teenager--you must see this band live as that's the fantasy and sense of creativity they express most fully.
Amount of time, during a 50 minute set that
Ghostface displayed the skills that make him one of the finest MC's in hip hop = 21 minutes
Amount of time, during the same 50 minute set that Ghostface spent hyping up how great he is, taking about how great
Wu-Tang Clan is, playing medlies of Wu-Tang hits while having the crowd yell out most of the lyrics, talking about how many hits Wu-Tang has, plugging the new Wu-Tang album and how it's going to "change the game once again", bringing out plastic looking white chicks from the VIP section to dance on stage while his DJ played generic beats and encouraging the crowd to smoke weed = 29 minutes.
Blonde Redhead followed up that fiasco with a great set, playing alot of stuff of their new album. Another band I need to hear more of, and one that makes great, interesting pop structures dressed up in dissidence and experimental noisy output.
Sparklehorse closed out my night in a mellower fashion, opening with one of my favorite songs off of
Good Morning Spider,
Chaos of the Galaxy / Happy Man. Mark Linkous kept things moving, saying little betwen songs and letting the music do the talking. Another nice way to end a hectic Saturday in the desert.