Funny or Die recaps the summer music festival scene.

On Coachella:

Back in my day, Coachella happened once a year for 48 hours. It came and it went. You made choices, you stuck by them and if you had any regrets at the end you didn’t do it right. Also, it was hot as fuck. Always. This year, Coachella happened over two weekends for six whole days. That’s three times as much Coachella! That is too much Coachella! It means everyone can get in on the fun of missing out. It also creates distressing issues about time and space, letting people re-live the same weekend twice except not really. Next year they’re doing two weekends, expanding to two separate cruises and building some kind of internment camp for dubstep fans in Riverside. Wait, what’s the point of this article? A recap? It was fun! Coachella is the best festival in the universe. I went the first weekend: It was cold on Friday, I saw Radiohead on Saturday, ate pizza on Sunday and then I flew to the other side of the country for weekend dos to avoid giving Paul Tollett what was left of my April paycheck.