The cloud coverage after Friday’s rainfall was a spectacular sight.
So it began…
That’s me… with Jordan Catalano… I mean Jared Leto… and we’re sporting similar hats… OMG!!! Do I look elated? Cause I was (am). Not gonna lie, the guy seemed a bit odd (he’s wearing gloves), but I care not. It was Jordan freakin’ Catalano. By the by, his date (slash girlfriend, slash whatever) had never seen (or heard of) My So Called Life. I pity the fool.
The group. These kids rock. I cannot wait for our next wild and crazy adventure together.
After browsing through dozens, and dozens of festival pix, I realized that I didn’t spy too many female celebs, models, style mavens, etc. I did notice the boys (errr, men). Oh, did I notice the boys. Quite frankly, they were hard to miss. Seriously, I have never been surrounded by so many tall (6’ and over folks), studly dudes in my life. Now, I ran into my fair share of male actors whilst residing in LA, but they were always (always, always) disappointingly short.
Tall Hotties Hangin’ in the VIP Area:
Kellan Lutz (yeah, he might be a Twilight douche, but he’s a good lookin’ Twilight douche)
Cory Monteith (geeky, Gleeky rather, but super cute)
A recently rehabbed Gerard Butler (yum)
Josh Duhamel (accompanied by a very filled Fergie) &
Joe Manganiello (the sexiest creature I have ever seen in the flesh. I almost choked on a kimchi quesadilla upon seeing him. I kid you not)
Yes, I am holding a ciggie. Don’t judge. It’s not something I do on the regular.
So you know, I didn’t fly across the country to rate festival attire, and to leer at men. I went for the music, and the music was good. Per usual.
Best performances (in a particular order):
Miike Snow (so cool)
The Black Keys (I don’t think they could put on a bad show if they tried)
The Rapture (surprisingly good, and super fun)
David Guetta (jolliest DJ on the planet)
Justice (I spent part of the show in line for Kogi, but I could hear just fine, and what I heard was awesome)
Gotye (I believe that half the audience downloaded “Somebody That I Used to Know,” and forgot to listen to the rest of a really good album… so they left, disappointed (even though Kimbra was there). I was not one of those people. First of all, it was Gotye… unplugged. As my dear friend Angela so eloquently stated, “He is a man of many instruments.” The guy sang while playing the drums, the xylophone, some bells, and messed around with DJ equipment. Badass)
Kaskade (he never fails to put “fire in my new shoes,” and a giant grin on my face. Love him)
Snoop & Dre (and Eminem, Wiz Khalifa, 50 Cent, and Tupac’s now-famous hologram). Originally, the plan was to see AVICII, but once all the special guest rumors started circulating on the Interweb, we couldn’t pass up on ole Snopp diggity Dogg, and Dr. Dre. You should have seen the clouds of smoke rising from the crowd. Lolz.
Swedish House Mafia (they get “best in show” this year. It was un-fucking-believable. I have never jumped, and danced that aggressively in my life. AND the stage/props/lighting. Wow. Just wow. See above & below images)
**I kind of regret missing Florence + the Machine, but I ran out of mojo on day three, and I just couldn’t force myself to walk that far**