By the grace of Beth, so many of us have been privileged enough to savor the sweet, lingering beauty that is the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival. We've named this blog in her honor (and, well, as reference to a culturally significant survey regarding festival-goers feelings about the Latin American delicacy, churros, conducted by one Patrick Danner, PhD), and its purpose is to share any and all things related to our beloved Coachelly, including but not limited to records from 2012's potential lineup.
2011 was my first Coachella, so I concede I'm a relative newbie. For months before the festival, my most esteemed Peejus went on and on about the rumored acts, and I must admit that at the time I didn't fully appreciate the hype. But that was a different time and a different Elizabeth - from the moment I stepped onto those impeccably groomed polo fields, the beating sun baptized me anew. From the Mojave Tent to the Mainstage, I walked those grounds with a big, stupid grin, captivated as much by the palm trees and picturesque backdrop as the troves of ridiculous hipsters (remember those fucking headdresses? Dammit). I can't isolate too many distinct memories from those three days now, it's just a blur of heat and happiness. All I know for sure is that as long as I'm physically capable, you'll find me wandering the musical neverland that is Coachella.
This one's for you, Beth (and you too, Provenzano). I cannot wait for 2012.
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