5:05pm: It’s almost 6pm here, and I’ve had a much more epic journey than everanticipated. Silversun Pickups just ended and were heard saying, “Isn’t it strange how we are on the main stage?” I have to agree with them on that one… Originally we had intended to be over where Amy Winehouse was but what I didn’t know about Coachella was just how huge the space is. It took us practically all afternoon to do a lap and become familiarized. I was semi-crushed that traffic had prevented us from seeing the Noisettes and Tokyo Police Club, both of whom I’ve heard great things about, but RS.com’s trusty photographer Nick managed to chat with them and get a snap shot while I was scoping out Jarvis Cocker and his bizarrely layered, wintery outfit. Fashion comes first I suppose, but don’t ask me. I’m just hanging around in flip flops, ill-fitting pink shorts and a sweaty t-shirt.

So as we made our way over to catch Of Montreal we were treated to a Perry Farrell side project called Satellite Party. As mentioned earlier, the crowd seemed disinterested and peeved as he plowed through some famous Jane’s Addiction track with an entirely new band. We arrived to Of Montreal land much earlier than anticipated and didn’t feel like clawing our way to the front so we headed on over to the other tents and caught one song of Gillian Welch and Tilly and the Wall. Each tent was like an entire community that fit each artist, a testament to how massive this festival is. Folks in the Tilly crowd were bopping their heads to the tap dancing and twee good times, and Gillian Welch’s audience swayed and swooned.

My favorite stop mostly for it’s endless rave element was the dance tent, which was hosting a DJ with whom I’m still unfamiliar, but it was packed and people were jumping around, sweaty and tripping and passed out all over the place. All around 4pm. Of Montreal were amazing per usual although it’s a little hard to fully appreciate any band here when another stage is competing for sound in the distance. In this instance it was Silversun Pickups bleeding into Kevin Barnes and company. I saw a dude dressed in a kilt. We took his picture. I paid 10 bucks for a sushi roll that took 20 minutes to get. That was pretty cool. But through the hassle of running around trying to catch shows I’ve still had a great time, which leads me to believe sometimes these festivals are more about the adventure and characters you are seeing rather than the music. Sure once Rage Against the Machine go on Sunday Night and 60K people are freaking out I’ll be singing a different tune.

I’m quite curious to see how our own music will play out in those massive tents. The kids from CSS are arriving tonight. Girl Talk as well — and he’s camping, the bold boy! Tapes N Tapes texted and are caught in traffic, which got me reminiscing about our car drama. It seems like it was just yesterday. Oh wait, it was.

6:12pm: Just spotted Tokyo Police Club looking cute and confused and heard a girl with them say “All bands are too hard on themselves.” I was there in spirit guys!

6:22 pm: Stephen Marley’s massive bus just rolled in with a huge advertisement for his new album which drops soon. It’s like a huge billboard that houses him. It appears he’s not going to leave until he has to.