As a Coachella virgin, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. “100,000 people,” I was told. “Frigging hot,” I was cautioned. “Hipsterfest 2010,” someone declared.
While these tidbits would be enough to put any sane person totally off the idea, the warnings worked like an aphrodisiac. I began to lust over the madness. ‘Yes!’, I thought. ‘Throw me in amongst the ridiculous fray. Let’s experience this in all its frenzied glory.’
