For this year’s Coachella, we’ve dispatched our very own indie rock star reporter, Ed Droste of Brooklyn band Grizzly Bear.

April 27

9:05 a.m.: I’m up way too early. I can’t wait for Bjork tonight!!! First breakfast and a lot of water. Why do I drink Red Bull? If I can find a Kombucha I will down that quickly and feel refreshed. To Rolling Stone readers: Kombucha is amazing. Especially first thing in the morning instead of coffee. No I don’t wear patchouli.

12:56 p.m.: The countdown til bands begin is nearing and I can finally stop writing about looking for food and making t-shirts and get to the music. I’m hoping to fill every possible time slot with band action but we’ll see how easy it is for me to navigate the terrain. I’ve never been and I’m imagining mild chaos, but I could be totally mistaken. All I know is I really want to see Bjork and hot mess Amy Winehouse, who is more of a spectacle than a musical force (IMO)…that said, she could totally blow my mind and I’ll owe her a bottle of Jack. Ate breakfast at a super-designy Parker hotel, all done up by Jonathan Adler, now notably starring on the worst “Top” reality show to hit Bravo, Top Design. Just took a dip in the pool, ate some melon and am minutes from driving back to Indio to enter the madness. More to come all night…yay!

2:28pm: It seems there is a major theme to this journey…traffic. I’m sitting here mere blocks from the festival surrounded by various types waiting to get there: We have the girls with blown-out hair and the Mars Volta bumper sticker, the Jeep with neon spraypaint that reads “Coachella! Fuck Yeah! Boom boom!” and the pasty hipsters windows tightly closed (smart move at 104 degrees). It’s definitely a scene and I’m not even the parking lot yet.

4:04pm: Jarvis Cocker is walking around like it’s winter. I wanted to mist him he looked so hot in the artist area.

4:08pm: But Peaches is definitely dressed for the weather.

4:39pm: It’s so hard to get around, even backstage. Missed Noisettes and Tokyo Police Club because of traffic. Hustling to Of Montreal. Audience not amused by Perry Ferrell’s new band Satellite something or other.

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