There are very few moments in a calendar year that evoke an emotion that changes me for the better. Most holidays have no effect and most events fail to excite me in ways that allow me to grow or develop some sort of new understanding or appreciation of the people around me or myself. For one to understand the magnitude of these specific distinctions, one must first understand my mental ranking of the only 3 annual moments that truly elevate my life. You guys might find it weird because they are all ranked number 1, but there’s no way I could place one above the other. For me, personally, Christmas is in a category of it’s own. Shrouded in the comfort of love and childhood memories and filled with late night talks and an endless feast of mom’s cooking, it’s a time to rejuvenate and get re-grounded after all the crazy shit I get into/places I end up. The cherry on top is that it’s also Mom’s birthday. Anyone who knows me knows that she is my favorite human on this planet and that I could talk about her forever so I’m just going to move on. Lol. Second but also ranked first, My Birthday. An occasion so grand even the Gods themselves await an invite to the often week-long affair. Celebrations in Los Angeles and typically concluding in Las Vegas courtesy of Jason Strauss and Tao Group, my birthday has become something that has no real human description. My birthday reassures me that I’m loved and reaffirms that the good I consistently try to put out there isn’t going unnoticed. It’s an amazing thing to feel loved; I can’t express enough how much we should express it as much as possible.
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Now that I have those two out of the way, not to belittle either of the previously mentioned moments of immense JOY, I can get to why I even decided to write this piece... Coa-Fucking-Chella. I struggle to find a place to begin because I am obsessed with every single aspect of this mind-blowing weekend. (As I write this I’m legit experiencing a mild case of anxiety because I hope to truly put down in text what my entire being experiences.)
At the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival’s conclusion of weekend 1, like clockwork, I fall into a slight depression. I immediately miss the music and excitement. I miss the lights and the palpable energy. I miss the unaddressed but all encompassing ‘collective vibe’ and sense of unity. We all waited for this weekend, for one reason or another, but for whatever that reason may have been, it contributed to the diversity, inspiration, freedom and eclectic nature that is the spirit of Coachella.
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Singing my whole life, I’ve grown up listening to all types of music. The Temptations to Whitney Houston to The Dixie Chicks to Justin Timberlake to Beyonce to 2Pac to John Legend to James Morrison to Adele to Yellowcard to Michael Buble to Lauren Hill… Hahaha… now that’s a spectrum. I’ve listened to it all and then some. Experiencing Coachella (for the 3rd year) has been nothing less than a yearly pseudo IV for the music that keeps my love for the art alive. I’ve been unbelievably fortunate to see artists such as The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Florence and the Machine, Alessia Cara, Guns & Roses, Rihanna, Sia, Kygo, OutKast and god knows how many other others perform in the desert and extend to us what they’ve cultivated their whole lives. I’m having a moment just thinking about those instances in time when I was the most content with the world around me.
New beginnings. A part of me looks forward to this weekend because I always meet some of the most amazing people. In meeting these people, I always end up having once in a lifetime experiences or interactions that I honestly wouldn’t trade for anything or any amount of money. I’ve made countless international friends, which only encourages me to travel more and expand who I am as a person. I’ve met celebrities that I’ve always wondered ‘are they actually good people in real life?’ all of which have proven to be. I’ve met people that can change my life, record label execs, songwriters, other musicians, and influencers… I swear I grow every year I attend this weekend.
Self-expression. I’m grateful for many reasons to be so transparent. I endeavor to live my life as an open book. I’ve been through A LOT and to be completely forward with you, I feel as if I’d be doing more of an injustice not sharing my life experiences. I’m a socialite. It’s one of the many things I’m known for in LA. When it comes to honest self-expression and a complete –no-fucks-given- mentality many would think it’d be tough for me. Not so much. I am the same person from when I wake up to when I go to sleep. I’ll drink til I’m making out with your best friend, I’ll end up damn near naked, or completely naked because –skinny dipping- and I’ll eat all your pizza all while touching up my concealer because you best believe I still have to look good in photos. At Coachella you can take risks; risks in your style choices and well… your life choices. You can embrace anything you may have felt unable to express in your natural habitat. *As long as it’s not offensive or putting others in danger. You can be YOU. People dig that.
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Happiness. Happiness is, as you guys will surely realize, a common thread for many if not all of the pieces in SomeDailyJoe. Coachella is easily one of the few places I can call my happy place. It’s terribly difficult to put this experience into words because the levels of happiness are off the happ-o-meter but this was only my first attempt. I’m sure I will do a piece a few months down the line revisiting the emotions and complete feeling of –being- getting deeper into specific experiences… but this, I feel, was a decent start.
Email me some of your Coachella experiences or head over to @SomeDailyJoe on IG and leave a comment on some of the pictures.
Until next time. Cheers to you!
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