Yes more pictures of me passed out. And palm trees, a behemoth bush, mystical Coachella skies at dusk, getting gassed with liquid nitrogen in the Heineken tent, and a badass maneki neko shirt sighting. All the endorphin producing activities were further amplified by the music. Friday, Grouplove popped our Coachella cherries with Tongue Tied and M83's foreplay of a set led to the orgasm that was Midnight City. Saturday, Jeff Magnum's voice sent pulses through my veins as he sang In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Oh Comely, and King of Carrot Flowers. Sunday, Justice threw the greatest D.A.N.C.E. party with the greatest epileptic light show, Florence + the Machine called on all men to lift the women in their lives onto their shoulders and so I danced to Spectrum 6 feet closer to the stars. Finally, Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg showed us what California Love means with weed, weed, and an insane hologram incarnation of 2Pac.