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I went to Coachella twenty years ago. It was more than enough.
Worst part was Perry Farrel... guy was already past his prime then, and his attempts to hit the high notes on old Jane's Addiction tracks sounded like a mangy alley cat in heat. He kinda looked like one too.
That plus the shitty fairground venue with 110 degree heat stuck up in the asscrack of nowhere made it rank pretty much as the worst concert I had ever been too.
There are so many good venues in SoCal you can spend your $ at - Coachella ain't one of them.
I thought Jane's Addiction's whole vibe was that he didn't give a fuck about the vocals.
The only thing Perry Farrel gives a fuck about is drinking himself stupid and beating up his bandmates and blaming everyone else except his alcohol problem.