#841 ·
A bit late to the party with my comments here...
Someone mentioned that Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival feels soulless, much like those wine tasting days out in Jackson... I find myself agreeing entirely. Now, don't get me wrong—I’m no anti-capitalist leftist; frankly, I couldn't care less who signs the checks as long as the lineup holds water. But I can't shake this feeling that since its inception, this festival has been slapped together as a rushed response to Lollapalooza. It feels driven by a desire to book big names that aren't even particularly cohesive musically—just "whatever the kids are into"—and they happen to be touring nearby when some massive corporate sponsor decides to pull the strings. It manifests most clearly in the crowd. It is completely disjointed. You have everything from philosophy majors acting like hippies, to the preppy types who wandered over from some trendy lounge downtown, indie geeks, die-hard football fans... then there are parents with toddlers, lost metalheads, questionable nu-ravers, even Damien Chazelle wandering about... but the vast majority? Just mainstream folks with zero specific musical taste who heard something was happening in the city and decided to show up instead of hitting an AMC Theatres. The end result is a crowd where 70% of people just stand there with a beer in hand, passively observing. And if we consider that acts like Outsider Art, Editors, Lily Allen, Tricky, or even Kraftwerk aren't exactly "festival music" meant for the midday heat—they belong in a venue like The Fillmore or a small concert hall—it’s no wonder the vibe was so stale. Personally, I would have swapped those performers for Flogging Molly, Limp Bizkit, or Slipknot, who were recently in the States... or maybe Motörhead. Something to actually energize a crowd rather than lull them to sleep. I’d also push the schedule back two hours; why waste money flying in bands for 150 hungover people to stare at in the blistering sun? Everything wraps up by midnight anyway, leaving you with a choice: go home or squeeze into some cramped, sweltering tent to watch nobodies until dawn. Most choose the former and are passed out by 2 AM. Instead of that metal stage, which felt like a complete misfire and didn't fit the programming (and looked deserted from what I saw), a dedicated clubbing stage would have worked better. Something that starts once the other stages wind down, catering to the crowd that wants to stay wild until morning. My impression is that this is just a commercial, sterile festival with a lukewarm audience. Across two days and forty artists, there wasn't a single standout moment. Sure, seeing the Foo Fighters or Kraftwerk was fine; the lines weren't too bad, and the experience was decent. But it wasn't *it*. It lacked that spontaneous madness, that true atmosphere. It could be so much better. 5/10.
Someone mentioned that Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival feels soulless, much like those wine tasting days out in Jackson... I find myself agreeing entirely. Now, don't get me wrong—I’m no anti-capitalist leftist; frankly, I couldn't care less who signs the checks as long as the lineup holds water. But I can't shake this feeling that since its inception, this festival has been slapped together as a rushed response to Lollapalooza. It feels driven by a desire to book big names that aren't even particularly cohesive musically—just "whatever the kids are into"—and they happen to be touring nearby when some massive corporate sponsor decides to pull the strings. It manifests most clearly in the crowd. It is completely disjointed. You have everything from philosophy majors acting like hippies, to the preppy types who wandered over from some trendy lounge downtown, indie geeks, die-hard football fans... then there are parents with toddlers, lost metalheads, questionable nu-ravers, even Damien Chazelle wandering about... but the vast majority? Just mainstream folks with zero specific musical taste who heard something was happening in the city and decided to show up instead of hitting an AMC Theatres. The end result is a crowd where 70% of people just stand there with a beer in hand, passively observing. And if we consider that acts like Outsider Art, Editors, Lily Allen, Tricky, or even Kraftwerk aren't exactly "festival music" meant for the midday heat—they belong in a venue like The Fillmore or a small concert hall—it’s no wonder the vibe was so stale. Personally, I would have swapped those performers for Flogging Molly, Limp Bizkit, or Slipknot, who were recently in the States... or maybe Motörhead. Something to actually energize a crowd rather than lull them to sleep. I’d also push the schedule back two hours; why waste money flying in bands for 150 hungover people to stare at in the blistering sun? Everything wraps up by midnight anyway, leaving you with a choice: go home or squeeze into some cramped, sweltering tent to watch nobodies until dawn. Most choose the former and are passed out by 2 AM. Instead of that metal stage, which felt like a complete misfire and didn't fit the programming (and looked deserted from what I saw), a dedicated clubbing stage would have worked better. Something that starts once the other stages wind down, catering to the crowd that wants to stay wild until morning. My impression is that this is just a commercial, sterile festival with a lukewarm audience. Across two days and forty artists, there wasn't a single standout moment. Sure, seeing the Foo Fighters or Kraftwerk was fine; the lines weren't too bad, and the experience was decent. But it wasn't *it*. It lacked that spontaneous madness, that true atmosphere. It could be so much better. 5/10.