Coachella Blog, Day 3: The Only Good Pig Is a Dead Pig

Justice, Spiritualized, and My Morning Jacket make up for Roger Waters' porcine missteps, says SPIN music editor Charles Aaron.
My Morning Jacket's Jim James / Photo by Mark C. Austin

There may be people who only attended the third session of the 2008 Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival, but as a wise man once observed about his questionably unclothed behavior on a famed bathroom floor, "It Wasn't Me." So the remains of Days 1 and 2 -- The French Fry Diet, crap sleep, SPF 45 caked on like Steven Tyler's mascara, temperatures reportedly reaching a singeing 112 degrees, fee

Coachella Blog, Day Two: Mommy, Why Does Everybody Have a Bomb?

Our Charles Aaron examines sets from Prince, Portishead, Kraftwerk, and more in his Day Two blog.
Prince / PHOTO BY MARK C. AUSTIN

In a better universe, Prince would've been the original alternative rocker. Able to play virtually any instrument in virtually any style -- funk, soul, R&B, gospel, pop, rock, folk, psych, new-wave -- he was a multiracial, pansexual, politically minded, sacredly profane fashion freakazoid who posed in the shower wearing a trench coat and a "Rude Boy" button.

Coachella Blog, Day One: Summer Is Ready When You Are

Our Charles Aaron compares two forces of nature: Steven Tyler and Black Kids, and makes many more Coachella observations in his Day One blog.
The Black Kids' Reggie Youngblood / Photo by Lucy Hamblin

Here are two skewed views of the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival, which opened its three-session 2008 cavalcade at Empire Polo Field in Indio, California Friday (just minutes away from where the late Merv Griffin once held court as the cardiganed billionaire pasha of this desert resort-village refuge, as the sultan of streets named after legendary golfers -- Nicklaus, Palmer, even We

Soulsavers, 'It's Not How Far You Fall, It's the Way You Land'

Nobody does down-home melodrama like Euro hipsters.

"There's gonna be a revival tonight," intones Mark Lanegan, accompanied by members of the London Community Gospel Choir, to open the second Soulsavers album from British producers Rich Machin and Ian Glover. Enveloped by a lush organ and dusty, looped beat, Lanegan sounds, if not reborn, then hopeful, which is a fresh look for the grunge-scarred meth-blues crooner.

The Pack, 'Based Boys' (Up All Nite/ Jive)

One-hit hyphy wunderkinds go dumb with a weak thud.

When the sneaker-pimpin', sleigh-bell-shakin' hit "Vans" blew up online last year, these kids were poised to be the first bona fide breakout act for the forever-bubblin' Bay Area hyphy scene (despite being performing- arts-school kids assisted by old-timer Too Short, one of the members' uncles).

Ghostland Observatory, 'Paparazzi Lightning' (Trashy Moped)

Electronica gets a big ten-inch boost from Lone Star loonies.

When Daft Punk's alien ghetto blast "Da Funk" touched down at a Texas rave in the late '90s, there wasn't an X Files-level conspiracy panic, but the ground was irreparably shaken for drummer/ keyboardist/producer Thomas Turner.

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