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chelsea_doll and I went to Coachella Music Fest last Friday. We saw bits and pieces of a number of performances: Satellite Party, which is Perry Farrell's new band (who knew?); Of Montreal, all glammed out; Tilly and the Wall; Jarvis Cocker, who was late but was so adorable that it didn't matter; Peaches, whose songs are mighty repetitive but all kinds of hilarious.
We also caught the entire set for a band called Circa Survive. They were on before Rufus Wainwright (our main attraction) and we wanted a good spot for him. They were loud and their lead singer had a dreadfully annoying voice.
Random bits from the day...
- I had no idea that Danny DeVito goes to Coachella.
- This kid was lying on the ground, high on ecstacy, and he told me that I am going to be alright. I've decided to believe him.
- Churros are delicious and I would like another.
- Many people should not have been wearing what they were wearing.
- People on the road to Coachella really like putting signs in their windows alerting you to their destination.
So yes... Rufus Wainwright. We were right up front, right against the barrier. He was facing us, so we could always see his face as he sang.... and it was just incredible. He was so funny, so fabulous. His setlist (or what I can remember of it) with downloads (album versions, not live alas):
Release The Stars
Going to a Town
14th Street
The Art Teacher
Gay Messiah
Beautiful Child
Pretty Things
....and at least one other song from the new album.
It was incredible. I mean, it was religious. I started crying in the middle of "Gay Messiah" and didn't stop until "Pretty Things" was over. And now that I've heard "Beautiful Child" live, I don't think I will ever be the same. Just... wow. It was incredible. Did I mention it was incredible? Because it was.
"It's fucking hot up here. I'm going to take my clothes off."
"The caption for this photo should be: I look fabulous, but I smell like shit."
And... as Chelsea and I were watching him play, she glanced over and noticed....
Bjork watching Rufus!
The best thing Rufus said all night: "I'm like faggy Sinatra."
chelsea_doll and I went to Coachella Music Fest last Friday. We saw bits and pieces of a number of performances: Satellite Party, which is Perry Farrell's new band (who knew?); Of Montreal, all glammed out; Tilly and the Wall; Jarvis Cocker, who was late but was so adorable that it didn't matter; Peaches, whose songs are mighty repetitive but all kinds of hilarious.We also caught the entire set for a band called Circa Survive. They were on before Rufus Wainwright (our main attraction) and we wanted a good spot for him. They were loud and their lead singer had a dreadfully annoying voice.
Random bits from the day...
- I had no idea that Danny DeVito goes to Coachella.
- This kid was lying on the ground, high on ecstacy, and he told me that I am going to be alright. I've decided to believe him.
- Churros are delicious and I would like another.
- Many people should not have been wearing what they were wearing.
- People on the road to Coachella really like putting signs in their windows alerting you to their destination.
So yes... Rufus Wainwright. We were right up front, right against the barrier. He was facing us, so we could always see his face as he sang.... and it was just incredible. He was so funny, so fabulous. His setlist (or what I can remember of it) with downloads (album versions, not live alas):
Release The Stars
Going to a Town
14th Street
The Art Teacher
Gay Messiah
Beautiful Child
Pretty Things
....and at least one other song from the new album.
It was incredible. I mean, it was religious. I started crying in the middle of "Gay Messiah" and didn't stop until "Pretty Things" was over. And now that I've heard "Beautiful Child" live, I don't think I will ever be the same. Just... wow. It was incredible. Did I mention it was incredible? Because it was.
"It's fucking hot up here. I'm going to take my clothes off."
"The caption for this photo should be: I look fabulous, but I smell like shit."
And... as Chelsea and I were watching him play, she glanced over and noticed....
Bjork watching Rufus!
The best thing Rufus said all night: "I'm like faggy Sinatra."
