Music festivals mean summer.
I've been to a few myself: Rothburry '09, Bonnaroo '11. There's nothing quite like getting a way for a few days sweating your butt off, listening to great live music, boob paint, and steaming hot porta potty's... I digress.
As someone who is facisnated by sixties culture, music festivals allow me to live out my own little yuppie Woodstock fantasy for a few days. However, no music festivals for me this year. I am trying something new (i.e. backpacking).
In the spirit of festival kick off with Coachella, which I have been lusting after... check out my personal photos from music festivals past and my favorite Coachella set so far.
Nothing says summer quite like Real Estate's "Days." Can't you picture yourself jiving around at a beach party to this music?
Huge crush on the lead singer with his hipster sunglasses and polo shirt...
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