A poem custom written at Coachella 2013.
One of the secret spots of the Coachella Festival is one that requires a password.
Nestled inside the beer garden nearest to the main stage, ladies dressed in Prohibition-era garb ask you to whisper a password in their ear.
If you know the secret phrase (or look it up on Twitter at @redbulllax) you gain access to the Red Bull Speakeasy.
In its second year, it’s a special place that you don’t have to be a VIP to go to.
It’s dark and cool, the AC a welcome respite from the blazing Indio sun. Entertainment is provided by DJs, and even dueling pianos.
Hit dueling piano singalongs have been Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing,” “Route 66,” The Beatles’ “Let It Be” and Radiohead’s “High and Dry.”
You can get your photo taken and look old-timey and someone might even grab you to dance the Charleston.
A fellow writer named Christian was in the corner and wrote a poem for me.
Plus, if you want to party at Coachella, there’s a full bar