At about two in the afternoon on Friday, traffic into the lot off of Monroe Street was backed up at least two miles. I had made arrangements to stay at some family friends who lived about a mile from away from the Empire Polo Fields, so I parked there and walked after getting settled. I poured some Jim Beam Black Label into my Diet Monster energy drink to fuel my excursion. The temperature was supposed to be in the high 90s, but an occasional breeze made it feel better than last year. Also, better than last year was the ticket pick-up and gate entry. The process ran much smoother and the wait was nowhere near as long.

As I entered Slightly Stoopid was in the middle of their set on the Coachella stage. They sounded horrible from the beer garden as the bass was completely distorted and ruined their reggae/hip hop hybrid music. Upon leaving the area, security needed to check everyone’s bags just in case someone was trying to smuggle out a slice of pizza or a half a cup of beer.

On the Outdoor Theater Architecture in Helsinki played some jazzy dance music reminiscent of The Scissor Sisters without the catchy hooks. That’s a problem when so many other things of interest are taking place, such as the interactive percussion station that allowed 30 to 40 people to take part and jam together. Returning to Coachella, The Breeders played some good, slightly fuzzy, alternative rock.

Back at Outdoor, people continued to stream in to see Vampire Weekend the entire time they played. The crowd loved them, but their music was just okay to me. Not the next big thing to my ears, a little too poppy and reminded me of some ‘80s bands, so I am surprised with all the attention they have been getting lately. 

Under the Gobi Tent Cut Copy were laying down some wild dance grooves that had everyone hopping. Even with earplugs in, they were still loud. I am not usually a big fan of electronica, but they kept me captivated as their songs never went so long that I wanted them to end like I do much of their peers.

I peeked into the Sahara Tent where Sandra Collins, although there was a fellow on stage who seemed just as integral, had her audience enthralled with the tunes she was making as well. I would have stayed for the remainder of the set, but I wanted to make sure I left myself enough time to get a good position for The Raconteurs back at Coachella, which was all the way at the other end of the grounds.