Kevin Bronson on April 19th, 2009

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[Temps are expected to reach triple-digits today – can we just move this festival up a week? … Oh.]

1. Three years out of the past four, including Saturday’s headlining mega-party: M.I.A. simply ought to have her own stage at Coachella.

2. Thirty minutes in the Do Lab will make you believe anybody can be a headliner.

3. Shepard Fairey is a brand name now but he’s still guerilla, in his own way. Walking briskly across the grounds toward the dance tent, he stopped abruptly to affix an “Obey” sticker to a trashcan.

4. Second-day sunburns are like art projects – vivid colors in random shapes, splotches where sunscreen was missing. Hurts just to look.

5. Line-cutting seems to be de rigeur these days, especially if you’re wearing a bikini top. It was a precious moment, though, when a dude in front of me, just having been ambushed in the beverage line, turned me and deadpanned for all to hear, “What I hate is when the really average girls cut in front of you.”

6. The performance artist Rimski gets a little exasperated when random passers-by try to play his bicycle piano, and who can blame him?

7. There are worse ways to spend a breezeless Saturday afternoon than pulling up a piece of shade and listening to Paolo Nutini.

8. Finally, somebody who sees Fleet Foxes for what they are: An indie-rock Bread.

9. Hearing a tent full of fans sing along with Turbonegro’s “I Got Erection” is a classic Beavis and Butt-head moment.

10. Can we just make him the Rev. Henry Rollins?