The Worst of Coachella, Weekend One
The Daft Punk Fake-Out
Screenshot of the Daft Punk commercial at the Main Stage
Friday and Saturday, all anyone could talk about was if Daft Punk was going to show up during Phoenix's set. Why? Because we were fucking teased. On the main stage before the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, a long commercial for their new album played, and then we found out that members of the duo were in attendance.
Yeah, sure, the group denied they would perform this year, but it seemed at the time to be one of those winking denials. Now it just seems like they were trying to hype their album. As our pal Andrea Domanick put it: "Shouting Daft Punk at Coachella is like shouting fire in a crowded movie theater." DANIEL KOHN
Photo by Kai Flanders The Crowd at the 2Chainz Show
When 2 Chainz played at the Mojave Stage at 4 p.m. Saturday, he overflowed it to the point of chaos. For many in the crowd -- which could be more accurately described as a mob -- it was not only impossible to see Tity Boi himself, but also frustratingly hard to hear because of the sound filtering in from other stages.
Who can get properly nasty to "R.I.P." when the thud of Kill the Noise is a couple yards away? 2Chainz and a several others like Major Laser and Alt-J clearly should have been scheduled on the Outdoor or Main stages. KAI FLANDERS
Guy Peeing In the Corner
On Saturday we were relaxing by the drinks tent in the VIP section, like the very important people we are. One of the benefits of said section is that there are usually no lines for the bathroom, as was the case when a dude in a white T-shirt pulled up to a spot of grass only about 20 feet from us -- and started peeing.
When he was done, we pointed at the nearby toilet trailer and asked what was up. "It feels more human," to go on the ground, he replied. "Closer to nature." Gee whiz. Dude probably doesn't pick up his dog's poop either. BEN WESTHOFF
The Fucking Wind
Never did we think we'd be complaining about less-than-scorching temperatures in Indio, but a mid-afternoon wind storm Sunday cast a grey blanket over the polo fields. Sure, the dust is always bad at Coachella, but with the mounting gustiness swiping an assortment of hats, props and blow up dolls, we wondered if we'd see a repeat of the madness caused by wind problems at EDC. Either way, it forced us to close our eyes and walk blindly in whatever direction sounded like the band we were going to see. Thankfully Mike Ness's voice is pretty distinct. NATE JACKSON