We arrived at 2pm on the first day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, looking decent and presentable compared to pictures taken after hours of melting under the hot sun.
Next, we popped a squat next to giant pile of poo. Blow up emojis because why not?
Charles Bradley, aka grandpa soul.
Or grandpa sexy
Then, he came down for a round of high-fives.
The Breeders performing their “Last Splash” album in celebration of their 20 year anniversary. Love how these middle-aged mom looking characters wearing USA Walmart shirts can surprise the entire crowd with their rockstardom.
And this was the beautiful L.A. skyline all of the bands were raving about on the Carrie Stage. It is quite a view to perform to.
The sun went down, and we got excited.
Finally, the wig came off
TV on the Radio with a beautiful galaxy backdrop
Shit got real when the YYY backdrop was reeled up.
And Karen O came on stage clad in a sequined rainbow cape, just as she should.
And wore a light on her head (whatever those things are called) for “Under the Earth.”
And then we sang “ooo-oo-oos” in “Cheated Hearts” with Karen.
Confetti was involved, and of course a bunch of Ys rained down.
Most of us got setlists after begging the stage crew. And Varisa appropriately got the setlist spat on by Karen O. And with that, we say, “FUCK YEAH!!!”
Setlist with Karen O’s DNA