Wrecked 'em? Damn near sent 'em to Coachella.

For those who have never spend two days in the desert with the mercury well over 100 (107 was hit on sunday) lemme tell ya, its a lot like hanging out inside a hair dryer. Still, once the sun goes down- its the most unbelieveable place on earth. And the excellent facilities (cheap water, good amount of shade and a perfectly manicured lawn) made it feel like heaven.

Pixies are god!!! I have no other words. A band that important, playing a festival that amazing, and bringing it so hard, on a system that immaculately loud (we're pretty sure Steve Albini was working the soundboard) can not be topped. Not as far as a festival setting. Janes Addiction at Lollapalooza in 1990, New Order at the Gorge in Washington, Bowie last week at the Greek theater — nothing even came close to what I saw Saturday night. Even Radiohead could do little after the Pixies onslaught. And the best part, from what we could see via jumbotron (we were a good 300 yards back from the stage, and the guitars still peeled your face) was the big Black Francis was hardly trying. Just standing, singing, strumming and smiling.

WOW