fantastic foto friday.

feast your eyes on this

yup, that's my very own german sex tourist.

this photo will never get old. i love it. we laugh each time we look at it.
i snapped this gem last month at the mumford & sons concert.
it was easily the only good thing that came out of the show.
it was terrible. but that's a whole other looong story.

don't get me wrong, we love mumford & sons.
but it was the worst concert experience of all time. 
the traffic. the venue. the crowd. the sound system. the concessions. the everything.

three songs into the show, we looked at each other and decided to bail. it was too much to bear.
danny salvaged the night and raced us off to the crescent ballroom to see STRFKR instead.

on our way out of the (worst) venue, i stopped to pee and a few minutes later came out to this sight.
the solo creep loitering outside the ladies room with a camera around his neck held up by a rainbow strap,
strappy rubber mandals, short shorts & a big grin on his face.

priceless.

i love this man.
and i love that he loves this outfit. and rocks it. and owns it.

...

every friday should start with a fantastic foto.
perhaps a new installment on the blog? 

father john misty at the crescent ballroom.

only halfway through the set, ting declared that the show was "top 3" for 2013, so far. that's big people. ting's a pretty tough critic.

father john misty, j. tillman, is a natural performer. he was destined for music. he's got a sexy stage presence, groovy moves, a strong point of view and blends a mix of humor and insults to keep the crowd engaged and thinking. he's a lyrics guy, which i love. here's one of my favorite songs and glimpse at what you'll get with him live.

  clicky here for upcoming show dates and cities. goooo.

my view. up close & personal.

the after party --- DJ Sean Watson, in the lounge.

  scott coffey brought allll the moves. 

 ready to ride home. night night.

give him a listen this weekend.
happy friday.

coachella 2013: the weekend's windy end.

wind is the worst element. period. end of story. no debating it. 

sunday started out just like every coachella day before it,
but ended with an insane sandstorm blowing through indio's polo grounds. 

we stuck it out at the festival for as long as we could,
but the red hot chili peppers just couldn't keep us from heading back home
for hot showers, pizza, yoga & stories in the spa. 

despite the terrible trifecta of elements (wind, cold & sand), sunday night was one of my favorites.
there's something bittersweet about the day, but you know it's all coming to an end,
so you just milk it for everything you can. and that we did... high fives at five. boom. 

hot tubbin' & festival lovin'

and then things heated up... yeah ting! 

the final walk. so bittersweet.

jenny + jake

the convertible ride that lasted er - 30 seconds. U-TURN. hahaha 

cool hitch hikers for a split second.

balloon girl is NOT pleased with the wind. 

the beginning of the sunday sandstorm. shiiiittttt.

whatchya lookin' at car? wind blown ladies waiting for the rest of the crew.

winds + orbs do not mix.

goldilocks.

my fave. colby is the mysterious balloon girl. 

sunday morning. before "blowchella" happened.

the sunday ants come marching in.

oh, the poor campers. we felt so bad for them with the wind. campsites everywhere were destroyed.

gobi at dusk. 

kory & carly. 

colbs.. chris.. klem. expanding the festival family. 

coachella, she's a natural beauty. 

because snackin' makes me feel like dancin' 

james blake.

i was and am obsessed with this look.

that'd be my fist. PUMPED.

...did NOT show up on saturday night. rude. we missed booka shade for r. kelly. wahh wahhhhh.

starting to get squinty. look at that dirt haze. eew.

i decided to be an eden garden fairy on the wrong day. stupid sand. 

boomshakalaka! this crew is on a mission and lookin' fierce.

pete & colbs = coachella canaries. gonna fly away like a birdie.

can't keep these canaries caged. dancin' birds. 

who got dog blood on earl's sweatshirt? (that's for you d, colbs & pete)

getting crazy in the hazy.

mr. paul meredith gettin' down in the yuma dome.

droppin' the bass in the yuma dome.

the ferris wheel's final sunset. i'd love to know how many photos were taken of that iconic wheel.

the sandstorm gear came out. we're crew prepared for the desert extremes. 

granola bars. leggings. bandanas. moccasins. socks. ain't gonna let a little sand ruin our sunday.

our sunday night festival family. through sun and sand.

this is what it looks like when 37+ mile-per-hour winds and a sandstorm blows through coachella.

colby still rockin' the shades to protect the contacts. no big.

oh my god. you see our faces? yeah, we weren't wearing gray face paint. that's DIRT on us when we walked in. and we actually cut our walk home down by more than a half mile when a dear couple in a mini van pulled over and offered us a ride - that's what coachella karma is all about. 

aaaannnnnd that's a wrap. 

well, for the blog at least. 

coachella '13, you'll go down in history.

until next time. 

musical recap.

some fave sets: hot chip, alt-j, yeah yeah yeahs, the xx, portugal. the man, phoenix, passion pit, the postal service

eh, just alright: of monsters & men, tegan & sara, pretty lights, band of horses 

sadly missed: tanlines, lumineers, luciano, two door cinema club, la roux, wild nothing, parov stelar (no show!) and the list goes on... 

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my final wish is that the Goldenvoice Gods take note of the crazy weather patterns that plague this earlier April weekend (no joke, look back in time. the evidence is there). Pretty please return Weekend #1 back to its previously perfect third weekend in April and push the new Weekend #2 slot back a measly week.

Pahleese?!  

xo, 

survivors of Coldchella & Blowchella