I love concerts just as much as the next girl. But seriously, this homeslice would not be caught dead out in Coachella. I just can't mess with the desert, the dirt and the heat. Granted, it's barely April. But I live about ninety miles away from Coachella...and it was a sweltering 95 degrees in my hood on Saturday. So you know it was hotter than the devil's buttcrack out in that desert.
Wooooboi.
I made it out to Coachella back in '07. I was all ready to endure the elements in order to see the best band ever. You can read all about it here.
I might have gone to see these two ladies but....why would I need to die from heat exhaustion and chub rub when I can watch their performances online? From the comfort of my cool bedroom, completely removed from any high, foul-smelling hipster dripping his sweat on me.
Now that is my kinda concert.
Image source: LAist
