Get Ready To Get Baked

It’s Friday, April 27, and you know what that means: Coachella kicks off today, and thousands of musicians, fans, writers and bloggers will be gathering under the blazing California sun to revel in the shared of experience of getting kinda drowsy by 5 p.m. We won’t be going, partly because we weren’t deemed “legit” enough to warrant press passes (can’t say we disagree), and partly because we have a court order not to get with 100 feet of either Peter or Bjorn (John, though, is cool). However, we can’t wait to hear reports from all of our Idolator commenters, and we hope the VNV Nation debate continues to rage, only this time in person. As three-time attendees, allow us to provide the following tips:

– If you’re going to make your own acid, make sure you have the government-required ingredients label. – Don’t loiter in the DJ area! Tiësto can get tiësty. – Nic Harcourt loves it when you yell “NIC HARCOURT Y’ALL!” while dumping a bucket of Gatorade on his head. – There are no “V”‘s or “I”‘s in the V.I.P. section, though the guy who played Randy Quaid’s son in Independence Day is always there. – The White Stripes are not playing a secret show in the Gobi Tent, but Beck probably is. – No matter how much he begs, and no matter how he pleads, don’t touch Leto.