For this year's Coachella, we've dispatched our very own indie rock star reporter, Ed Droste of Brooklyn band Grizzly Bear. Below is his first of many reports.
8:34 a.m.: I'm definitely feeling the effects of a few too many drinks from last night's DNTEL record release party at Union Pool. I'm starving but will likely only get a bag of blue taro chips on our jet blue flight. Maybe I'll watch HGTV and pass out in row 18A. I need to be ready for my schedule which, get this. I made with the "coachooser." Festivals are clever, never let anyone tell you differently.
10:29 a.m.: Jetblue is so insanely quick and easy, and they have free net. I know I know, people were annoyed in February when some serious shit went down, but it's so smooth I've had time to eat, browse the newstands, surf the web, etc. Did you know Katie is Divorcing Tom? Star says so. Also picked up the latest copy of RS (happy 40th) and enjoyed reading up on FEIST with whom we'll be touring with in June. I wish she was playing Coachella, but I'll have plenty of chances to see her perform. There's some serious Coachella pilgrimage action going on around these parts -- I'm making some assumptions naturally, but I don't usually fly with a plane full of cute 20 somethings...hmmmm. I think I'll eat some trail mix and take a Xanax.