Thursday, January 25, 2007

How about that Coachella lineup, eh? Reformed Jesus and Mary Chain and Rage Against the Machine, Stephen Marley and Jr Gong, Interpol, DJ Shadow, The Decemberists, Gogol Bordello, The Rapture, Andrew Bird, Willie Nelson. Seen the Red Hot Chili Peppers before, and it’s not so much a draw, though I have never seen co-headliner Bjork. Still shaking my fist at missing The Sugarcubes, PIL, and New Order on tour together when I was 15 and carless.

I know a lot of folks heading out into the desert for Coachella this year, but I just can’t fathom spending all that money to fight the traffic, dust, heat, and teenagers to stand in a ginormous throng. I guess I’m finally old too, because even the siren’s call of sex, drugs, and rock and roll just doesn’t appeal when its 110, SoCal, and dirty. Isn’t that sad?

But there are peeps I would do it for. If I’d been more of an internet presence in early 2005, I would’ve seen Bauhaus, like my friend Andrea who dragged her husband from the other side of the country to see the giants onstage. But then they toured, so yippee! Hoping the same for Jesus and Mary Chain. And we all know what a madhouse it would have been if things were different and Morrissey hadn’t turned down 5 mil to reform The Smiths for Coachella. But, I think that’s about it. Oh, I’d go for Love and Rockets too, but I have a feeling they’d tour if they got back together (hell, they’re almost there anyway, just Bauhaus sans one diva), so I might take my chances there.

Haha, in other musical news, my friend whom I may be seeing NIN with in Japan sent me what she asserts will be my one way ticket to becoming a rock and roll bitch for Trent Reznor (current rock and roll bitch level -- tepid bordering on cool, though I loved NIN as a high school student and Trent seems like a stand-up fellow). She said it’s one of his trademark things he does to the front row, and swears (facetiously...I think) that it was the best 1.65 seconds of her life. Yes, I’m talking about the most rock and roll thing in the world, mock ejaculation with a water bottle:



























I find this so unappealing that I may just jump up on stage and attempt murder if he does that to me. But then again, never let it be said I'm not a gal up for adventure. And it might be really hot in that venue, in which case I suppose I can call him gentleman for relieving my discomfort.

*waits for comments about Trent’s “stand-up fellow”*

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5 Comments:

Blogger stardust_savant said...

I wish I'd known you in 2005, we could have suffered the SoCal sun and dust together! After that festival I said I would never ever go to another music festival. I'm not all about standing for eight hours in the hot desert and suffering through shitty bands to see a great one (Keane and Buck 65 being the exceptions). But then Bowie announced that he was curating the Highline Festival, which means a performance by him sometime during, and promptly made me into a filthy liar.

Heh, you said "stand-up fellow."

January 26, 2007 at 7:47:00 AM PST  
Blogger stardust_savant said...

I forgot to say...God bless my tolerant, sweet, loving husband. He's a gem for indulging me. *mwah*

January 26, 2007 at 7:50:00 AM PST  
Blogger saudade said...

Awww, that would've been fantastic for us to see the Bau together. Someday we will, or at least Dave. Hey, and you're not a filthy liar. It's not a festival you're attending, it's BOWIE. I didn't know he was curating Highline. I have a feeling you won't be suffering through too many shitty bands.

Our husbands -- we definitely got the good'ns.

January 26, 2007 at 11:21:00 AM PST  
Blogger Mrs. Dashkins said...

I was NOT being facetious!

January 27, 2007 at 8:38:00 AM PST  
Blogger saudade said...

Yeah, I know that NOW. But I'm still dubious as to a blanket rock and roll bitch effect.

January 27, 2007 at 10:59:00 AM PST  

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