Coachella 2011: OFWGKTA=OMGWTFBBQ, Cee-Lo Stops Believin', Lauryn Hill Sails, Kings Of Leon Go Unshirtless, Chemical Brothers Serenade The All-Night Roller Rink

In a fitting prelude to Passover, thousands of chaotic believers seeking musical salvation endured a defining shlep across the desert to celebrate all that freedom and outdoor roller skating had to offer at the 2011 Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival.

The three-day mirage of microtrends, microcosms, and microchipped wrists began on Friday April 15. However, much like the tradition of Jewish holidays, the action actually started the night before.

Thursday began the awakening with a sneak peek of Down n Derby's campground roller rink, expectant midnight crafting stations, electronic charging lounges, a Frankenstein bicycle pit, (wo)man-powered amusement park rides and a vintage pinball arcade.

Sleep is a four letter word and with more bands to see than cups of wine at a seder the already exhausted scanned themselves into the festival grounds early Friday to start consuming with all senses.

Cold War Kids inspired some nearby boppers to quickly anoint their set "the best thing at Coachella ever ever!," while inspiring in others an urge to abandon the stage for a tent where Sleigh Bells screamed, were you listening?

Skrillex in the Sahara Tent was the not-to-miss DJ for medicated dubsteppers, while the Mojave Tent lit up later that night (perhaps more visually than musically) for Swedish fembot Robyn.

Cee Lo Green gave a big 'F*uck You' with only 20 minutes to play after arriving late. His story ends with the mic being turned off, mid-song, at exactly 5:40 p.m. during a cover of Journey's Don't Stop Believin'.

Pretty boy Brandon Flowers flashed his Betty Davis eyes at the Outdoor Theatre, Omar Rodriguez Lopez took his disciples to Mars (Volta), and local hellions OFWGKTA continued to break punk rock hip hip ground while also breaking down during a divine encounter with Pharrell on stage.

The Black Keys suffered a video blackout in the beginning of their Coachella Stage set, Kings of Leon apologized for the shirt-ripping-off incident, and ready or not, barely tardy, and dressed in Run DMC's nautical collection, Ms. Lauryn Hill instructed the crowd and her horn section to sort out vibes and energy (and sound levels and feedback) during her well received, un-preachy-un-hostile-but-certainly-could-have-gone-another-way set.

Tucking in the tuckered out, Chemical Brothers closed out the main stage sending desert hedonists into the night to meet their destiny. Is this this end? No, it's just the beginning.