Love ‘em or hate ‘em, music festivals are the dim sum of the concert-going experience; try a little of everything and go back for more of what you like (or ditch out on what you don’t). This year’s Coachella was no exception, with acts like country crooner Dwight Yoakam vying for time against dance-rock lovelies Hot Chip, or Prince breaking down the funk for the masses after a particularly breathtaking Portishead set. With the desert heat not as heart-stopping as previous years and the lineup eclectic as it was educational, Coachella brought out all ages and backgrounds of super fans and the uninitiated alike. People-watching was good but people-listening was at an all time high, so I took advantage of all the close quarters on Saturday to do a little eavesdropping.
Girl: “HOLY SHIT IT’S MARVIN GAYE AND THE TIME!”
Guy: “Yeah, I think you mean Morris Day and the Time. I’m pretty sure Marvin Gaye is dead. Shot. By his dad.”
Girl: “Way to take it dark, man.”
During Hot Chip:
Guy1: “So, I think my cousin is gay.”
Guy2: “Nah, he’s just Panicked at the Disco. Buy him an Archers of Loaf CD and he’ll be fine.”
During Boyz Noize:
Girl: Recoiling in horror as a sweaty, shirtless guy tries to pass by too closely.
Guy behind her wearing a "YOUR RETARDED" shirt: “Dude, they make t-shirts for a reason.”