Friday you have boundless energy. Saturday you’re crisp from the sun and mildly hoarse, but you’ve still got your legs underneath you. Sunday, however, is when the battle is won or lost; when true heroes are made (or broken) on the grassy proving ground of the Indio desert. It’s Day Three. Do you know where you parked your car?
This always happens. Sometime around 4pm on the Saturday of every Coachella, there comes a time when I’m filled with equal amounts of excitement and dread. The former because there are still so many bands left to see, the latter because, well, there are still so many bands left to see. Not to mention art installations to walk around/through. Not to mention humanity to gawk at. Here were some of our favorite moments from Coachella Day Two.