Private eyes, they’re watching you: Hall and Oates would make the ultimate surprise act at Coachella. Seriously, who would call that one?
I think I might be getting a little too consumed with work.
Last night I had a dream about Coachella, and of course, there were a few weird things.
-Someone started playing a cover of Badfinger’s “Day After Day,” and it was very well received by the crowd, which included an editor here who jumped up from the picnic table to profess his love for the song.
But wait, it gets stranger.
-My Morning Jacket, which is on the bill for Sunday, played to a virtually empty tent on Friday instead of the main stage. Nobody knew about the lineup change, so about five of us were there. And Jim James wasn’t the lead singer–it was a guy who looked more like Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance. And he explained that they had to change their time slot because of a birthday party for an elderly relative. Oh, and they weren’t playing any of their music and they brought a friend of mine on stage with them to play the violin.
It gets even weirder.
-The surprise guest: Hall & Oates, because Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie is a fan (the fan part is actually true). But first, Oates regrew his moustache and shows up backstage in a hotel shuttle van with Nicole Kidman. Daryl Hall then showed up and they performed a killer set, getting 60,000 people to clap along with “Private Eyes.”
It was kind of amazing. They would be a surprise guest, literally. And it would be kind of awesome.