impromptu modern dance performance by chris and lenz to celebrate our arrival at empire polo field. coachella! back again.
fuzzy wuzzy. recycle/trash can installation art.
girls, bombs, sleazy man.
first act: waiting for boom bip in the lovely airy gobi tent.
sexy magazines glamming it up in the already-packed sahara tent.
back to gobi, donald the lemonade stand guy was chanting 'lemon-ADE, lemon-ADE!' and rhythmically mashing slushy to the beats of boom bip.
let the walkie talkie wars commence. some nice guy on the same frequency called chris a pendejo.
katie melua, one of the many singing brits at coachella. beautiful voice, safe songs.
k-os giving it up to the crowd. check the see-through guitar.
energetic jamie cullum calms down after stomping on the piano keys and then leaping off the bench. playing cole porter's 'i get a kick out of you'.
peaced out at the mojave tent. 'this looks like a nice place to -- ZZZZZZZ'
thank god it was only in the mid-80s. anticipating ...
ambulance ltd.
i was waiting to hear 'sugar pill', but at least i got to hear 'stay tuned'. lush.
frisbee girls were amongst the throngs of flesh.
ripe for sunburn vs trying to be pale geishas.
cooling off the brains at the manmade waterfall.
doing our coachella jig.
the bike rodeo ruled. chris attempting the double decker monstrosity.
beauty and the belly at the 2-man ferris wheelish swing.
crisped and intoxicated ahhh.
chow down, bro.
weird animals at the cyclecide bike rodeo.
doing a groovy hula dance to the sounds of tiga.
craning to see keane.
common sight: marathon to the different areas.
jean grae and rabid fans throwing up the peace signs.
fierce flow, lady. need to hear more.
two more victims of the evil misting fan.
peggy's got her head on straight.
the most underappreciated performer: the pirate piñata.