At Coachella

It was 3:30 p.m. when Fountains of Wayne wrapped up on the main stage, and it was about 103 degrees at that moment. My only thought was the tub filled with free bottles of water back at the press tent.

When I arrived, I zeroed in on the tub, which was stuck in a corner next to a couch. I didn't even look at the man sitting on the couch. As started to step over him, he said, "There's no more water in there. It's over there," and pointed a few feet away.

"Thanks," I said to Colin Meloy of the Decemberists.

About three hours later, he and his band put on one of the finest musical performances I've ever witnessed:

I'd write more and offer a few more pics, but I'm tired and only two-thirds of the way through the fest. I'm contributing to a blog for work so you can read that instead.

• Posted by Brian at 2:02 AM
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