The first night of Coachella was a bit of a mess… after 7 hours of traffic I got to the Festival a little late, and switched arrangements to see The Dillinger Escape Plan with, well, pretty much whomever I could find. Thus commenced a great deal of scrambling around and looking for weird sheize to frolic in. Having never been to the big C before, I stumbled around in the dark near what I would later learn is the ‘Outdoor stage’ and found myself in a land beyond sight and sound. I had passed the main stages and DJ tents. I’d reached: The Dolab.
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