COAAACHEEEEEEEEEEELAAAAAAAAAA!

I realize now that I never created a post about that wonderful weekend. The whole experience all together was completely life changing. For three days I was pumped with live performances and surrounded with art. Not one second of that festival did I not watch a band and did not shimmy and shake (which I must admit made eating and other human requirements hard to factor in).

I'll start with the weeks leading up to Coachella. Here is a video of myself the night before we would leave for Coachella.




Now I can continue with a post of photos and talk about how mind blowing Florence Welch's voice is live and how no one imitates an explosion better than Devo's keyboardist.

However I would be lying if I said these were my favorite moments (even though they really should be). No I must return to my fan girl roots and say my favorite moment was standing behind Dave Monks during Spoon's set.

I have been a fan of Tokyo Police Club for four years now and put them on top as my all time favorite right next to Born Ruffians. But I digress. Basically I was sitting on the ground watching Yo La Tengo. When their set finished I waited for Spoon and was calculating when I could catch Phoenix later that day and at the same time find some nourishment because I realized the overpriced lemonade ice cream had worn out a long time ago.
That's when my sister spotted Dave Monks in the crowd. I swear things went slow motion and before I knew it I said we needed to follow him. So we did. I don't know why we did this because I didn't even know what I could say to Dave Monks. Maybe that I liked the band's set earlier? That I marvel at his ability to sport and all black attire in a desert? How I have 32 listens of "Breakneck Speed" on my ipod though technically I probably shouldn't even have the song. That he looks soft?
When we finally reached him he had stood next to his posse of man friends who were all discussing Spoon. I had just found the courage to tap on his shoulder when Spoon entered the stage and began playing immediately.
Of course Dave put in earplugs to protect his probably delicate hyper sensitive ears (how else would he make great music?) so he was not going to hear me when I said his name. I spent the next entire set examining Dave as he watched the band which I am fully aware is creepy but what else do you do when this guy is in front of you?

Which leads to my creepy stalker picture:

(By the way, who is Pump?? This makes me even less cool but when I got home I googled this band but all I got was "best pump up songs to work out to!" and "Pump it! by the Black Eyed Peas")

I took this stalker picture along with noting how he was actually very tall in person. Not to mention he had such tiny wrists! This may seem irrelevant but this man was so small yet so big.

I also found it interesting how he kept so clean in all black when us little people were gross, sweaty, and dusty. Which finally leaves me with my last note on Dave Monks, which has pushes the stalker/creepiness to a new level.
I smelled him. I SMELLED DAVE MONKS.
and you know what? He smelled good.
I mean I didn't go and breath him in or maybe I did a little but we were close to one another already and I think all girls know that sometimes you can just pick up on a dude's scent.

Sadly my good 40 minutes behind Dave had run out because suddenly he walked away. Just like that. He walked away. After all this build up, he walked away. After making notes of him he walked away. After making fake dialogue in my mind in which I would end up being his new best friend he walked away. AFTER SMELLING HIM HE WALKED AWAY. DAMN IT RUBY WHY???
I've met with many other musicians, conducted mini guerrilla interviews and had no problems. Yet at Coachella I become a fan girl. I stooped to the level that upsets me when I see other girls behave like it. I ruined my opportunity to talk to Dave Monks.

SO YEAH. That's it. That is my favorite story of Coachella. May or may not make sense or seem interesting but I must say it was a highlight. I know how Dave Monks smells, how many fans can say that creepy comment?

I mean Coachella was overall wonderful.


I saw all my favorite bands, discovered new music, and realized I am a hardcore Jay-Z fan and can rap along to most of his music.
Coachella changed me and made me realize how good it is to have music in a persons life. I never felt that I could.s.dskfnonsfjknkvb okay no. I refuse to sound like I'm preaching.
Coachella kicked ass. Go to it. You will never be the same. It's awesome. You get to smell band dudes. You get to yell and make friends in bad traffic. You watch hipsters pee on the side of the highway. You get to watch the Dead Weather at midnight then Devo at 1 am. You get to eat Dennys every morning and night. You watch people hang from a string and breath fire. You get to dance alongside Bro's and their Ho's to Edward Sharpe. You get to feel alive, young, and stupid.

It's pretty great.