gah, scratched til bled. lml hates when this happens. finger hurts as the ice cream pans at work are evil with their pinching. well here we go, sit down little children and i will tell you a tale, a tale of music and merriment. the tale of.....

COACHELLA

day 1
kelly arrives in the morning to take lml to el aeropuerto. it is a rainy bitch outside complete with fog and people who drive like assholes in inclement weather. we enjoy our ride while we listen to a mixed cd made by mdf which has been stuck in the player since december. the rain confuses ms kelly, we get turned around for a short time, and quarters are chucked angrily at a tollboth.they bounce off and land on the ground, hopefully there is no fine.lml exits the car and waves goodbye to her little friend with sky blue bear hat ears, promising her ice cream for her troubles. the airport was uneventful so it won't be talked of. lml sits in seat 20f, picked for easy remembering and for the window of course. her single serving friend is not nearly as exciting this time; a softspoken middle aged balding man, but he was jolly and seemed quite happy to be flying. was still slighty stressed out at the time, and had not yet fully realized the implications of what was about to happen. it occured to her somewhere over nevada while listening to the new phantom planet cd.and a smile spread across her face, and she was truly flying, and she passed over troubles insignificant, miles above impassible gorges and mountain ranges. today, the world was her's and she had no idea what would happen next. then they began their descent, circling until the rooftop where closer, the cars 3 times as large and the buses painted bright pink? well they were. the plane landed with a few bumps and few more jolted bladders. laughed at how the mountains disguised themselves in a cloak of smog so you would be less likely to find them whilst playing hide n seek. and lml was out and there was her lovely heather waiting for her at the bottom of the escalator looking spectacular. it was true that color a do just had not been the place for her. but now she was better and so were jessi and betsy, no longer traipsing around the 2 planes and countless buses it took to get them there. we were soon off in heather's car, ready to take on the world, and stopping for a bit of adventure at ontario mills (a mall if you will) food was consumed, cds were bought and clothes were tried on and admired, and sometimes scoffed at as well. everyone in california is a size 0. i am not a large girl and i felt fat just look at them. no wonder such a thing as anorexia exists. then we went out into the stop n go traffic of the freeway. and we blasted prince and rocked our asses off. and i'll probably never forget that cause it was "hella fun." had to use correct california slangature. drove through the countryside with the wind wafting through our outing bonnets; ribbons dancing in the breeze, no not really. then we visited riverside, and the school heather attends which was lovely and lovely to pee in as well. went to heather's house which could only be described as "ecclectic" and had a wonderful smattering of trinkets to view. only disliked one; a creepy clown bust bank thing which i think ate quarters. and human hearts. had a grilled cheese at in n out burger, causing lml to drool with pleasure though they had to wait far too long for it. but who cares because the next day began the best weekend of her life!

day 2
woke up quite early and found selves on the freeway once more. the ladies listened to muse cruising along at a comfortable 80mph or so. passed quite a many city on the way into the desert where the air was hotter and throats got thirstier. passed an array of 3 finned wind mills.each of them moved at a different pace silently, turning with it's own personality complete with 9to5 job and disfunctional family. felt like was in some kind of future movie, or had arrived on another planet. they were so mechanical, yet delicate. who knew electricity could be so interesting? then at nueve en la madgrugada (para mi) we arrived at the fifth annual coachella music and arts festival. and to a quite small line. arriving early had its advantages. for example, one can deflower a portapotty. it is not so creepy when you are the first to open the tp. found the gobi tent, whose open ends kept the air cirulating and soon became a crowd favorite. unlike the mojave tent, or shall we say the sauna. but they were both better than the sahara tent because it played shit music and we never went in it anyway. our first show of the day was erase errata, a fine musical grouping entirely of ladies. the singer loved to make birdlike noises and heather and lml smiled at each other, certain that the day was off to a good start. jessi and betsy left to find water, promising to return, and were not seen again until the end of the day. heather and lml wandered around for a bit and listened to the sounds from far far away, deciding they were awesome and that the lead singer could completly kick your ass to next tuesday. howie day was deemed suck to the max and he does not even get a link because he was so lame. way to bring down the excitement level. wanker. but after him, lml became excited because it was time for her new favorite canadians, the stills. gah! and they were so wonderful and lml danced even though it was a scorching 94 degrees. for their last song some guys from other bands came on stage to rock out and the drummer started singing? no offense to the real singer, because he could definitely hold his own wait but, what a frontman. seriously. that drummer missed his calling. lml wanted to jump on stage and steal him away to make lots of babies. er what? the stills were excellent just as expected. then lml can't remeber exactly what happened because it was awhile ago, but probably they went wandering in search of water. listened to stellastarr a bit from outside the tent, who were sounding good n rockin. oh i think we went to look at the merch. which was sparse. one thing i was disappointed at coachella for. one table. one stinking table for all those bands! most of them didn't even have any merch. and no goddamn stickers either. thanks for ruining my present ideas. oh well. then we squeezed our way through the throngs to hear beck who's website is fucking awesome apparently. good thing i did this. he was playing his quiet things all acoustic like in a tent 10 times to small for his abilities. thus we saw very little unless standing on tiptoe. one word for this performance: speechless. yes. at the end he brought some folks up to play tambourine, but they sucked and he had to help them a little. amazing. had kinda wanted to go next door and dance to junior senior, but hey when do you get to see (well kinda)beck? meandered while catching glimpses of the moving units, death cab, and the international noise conspiracy before deciding we must head over to the main stage in order for prime pixies/thom viewing. watched sparta, whom lml had seen before who play a good set, if you like that sort of thing. did like the singer's shirt with the word "vote" written on it in caps. that was pretty kickass. played a little song against el presidente, which was also nice. waited and waited and waited for the pixies to come on and finally they did and opened with bone machine. and the sound was loud and raw and live pixies and the whole place started jumping in elation. they were incredible. i love them. and always will. kim deal was so cute and her voice was angelic. and oh frank he was bald as ever and just as crazy. and rock me joe was rockin it, and i don't know the drummer's name so i can't think of anything clever. nearby us were a few actual pixies fans, think a lot of people were just there because well, it was the goddamn pixies. spotted a chubby one nearby who looked remarkably like my cousin and we sang along together with bright eyes that said to each other "isn't this fucked up? it's the pixies!!!" and he also had a cromagnon looking friend who seemed to be enjoying himself as well. but also seemed to think i was slightly hitting on him which will be discussed later. oh god and they played velouria, my most favorite, and hey. and dear god they played where is my mind, and the crowd sang the "oooohhhh" which was nothing less than magical. in brief the pixies totally fucking rocked it and if you have the means to see them please go...then there was some more waiting for radiohead and heather and lml began to discuss the show and thom and whatnot. somehow a boy next to them (yes diectly next to them, you know how shows are) began to talk with them as well, and he was very nice and laughed at their stupid jokes. he says out of nowhere "i totally have a rockstar name," oh yea, what is it we reply, "sebastian bach," he retorts. "seriously?!? that is really your name?" "oh yes." "well my names pretty damn good and i'm gonna be a rockstar," i exclaim. i tell it to him and he is impressed by the marriage of two last names as one. we countinue to converse and find sebastian is in a band with his sister and they had a show the night before in l.a. where he lives. he sticks near us for the set and he was a very nice boy. hopefully we shall someday reconvene in rockstar land. then the music that keeps me breathing took the stage.radiohead. thom's voice had recovered and he was ready to shake his hips like an epileptic jackrabbit. they played a ton off of hail to the thief though not the title track itself. damnit. and no one interuppted the last chords of sail to the moon this time, and they were able to effortlessly glide into the heavens as planned. and no surprises is still in my opinion one of the best live songs ever. it just gets me. and cause me to sing harmonies with it at the top of my lungs and not care about those around me in the least bit. and there was idioteque and the national anthem and paranoid android with my most favorite electronic weird noise ever (it is that piercing thing up top near the end of the track) gah and of course the lights were perfectly synchronized with it, and all the rest of it as well. they just put on such a fucking good live show, seriously no one can beat it. ahh and street spirit. and then came the encore, and thom came on and played you and whose army, and he was playing the piano and singing into this camera mounted on it, and we could all see his face on these two gargantuan monitors. he kept making these funny eyebrow raises and bringing his face so close you could see his nose hairs and we all giggled and it only made me love him more. cheeky. that's what it was, cheeky. and they played planet telex and then i heard the chord, like i always do and no matter how they try to disguise it i can still tell what they're gonna play and i turned to heather and mouthed "holy fuck!" for yes, they were playing creep. and i died and i melted and i actually got a little teary eyed and apparently someone in the front yelled "you are special!!!!" and thom laughed a little and the world was new. and for just one single song the whole place was one person, singing along in one voice, and i never wanted to leave it. and he said "that was for the pixies." and i couldn't stop smiling. and they played everything in it's right place per usual and god they will forever be the top rung in my book. oh anyway so lml had been completely rocking the whole time, and some people don't like when others dance in confined areas but fuck it this is my favorite band in the whole world and that's your problem. cromagnon was situated behind heather whom lml would periodically turn around and sing to and of course cromagnon thought she was singing to him. what a dunderhead. one of the best things about shows is catching a stranger's eye just a few people a way from you nodd your heads together smiling and rocking out in silent agreement. seriously, that is the best. music is everything. and apparently the drummer from the stills was right behind heather as well and had i known this i would have taken him for my own, but alas i do not pay enough attention when rocking out as aforementioned in the postings. damnit that was a good show. and we waved goodbye to sebastian bach heading over to the gobi tent for phantom planet, though really, nothing can ever follow a show like that. they were good and played what i like and lml tried to dance some but was in all aspects of the word rocked out. definitly would like to see them again as their live show was quite the spectacle. searched in vain for betsy and jessi but did not win. almost lost heather as well, but studdenly we were all there and made a beeline for the car. or what we thought was a beeline, but after getting turned around for and hour and a half lost in the poorly lit labrinyth we realized yes the initial beeline had been correct and since i never go to say it for fear of a pummeling, "i told you so." and you cannot hurt me for i am far far away. thank you internet. anyway. once finding the car it was easy to get out and we relished in our adventures and told each other all that had befell upon us that day.

my god i have been typing for 2 hours and i want to sleep. so the rest will have to come tomorrow.