Music connoisseur Elizabeth Kahn recounts her journey from Syracuse to her favorite place in the world: The Coachella Music and Arts Festival in Indio, Calif.
Sunday, April 21: Day Three
11 a.m.: I sleep in for the longest on Day 3, probably because I’ve been overexposed to the sun for the last 48 hours, jet-lagged, and finally adjusted to the desert nighttime and camping lifestyle conditions… too bad it’s all going to be over soon.
2 p.m.: Coachella Art Studio sponsored by The Coachella Valley Art Scene During the day I managed to check out the Coachella Art Studio on the camping grounds, about a five-minute walk from our campsite.
Music connoisseur Elizabeth Kahn recounts her journey from Syracuse to her favorite place in the world: The Coachella Music and Arts Festival in Indio, Calif.
Saturday, April 20: Jour Deux
10 a.m: I can’t manage to sleep in any later. Damn it’s hot, but I’d rather be in dangerously high temperatures than back in Syracuse.
Things accomplished: My first shower in the campsite showers was way cleaner than expected. Although there was a VIP Shower option for $10, my camping neighbor Ana and I decided that it was worth it to just wait it out for the free showers since other girls leaving the area said it wasn’t so bad. Felt very refreshed and ready for the second day of the festivities.
Music connoisseur Elizabeth Kahn recounts her journey from Syracuse to her favorite place in the world: The Coachella Music and Arts Festival in southern California.
Finding comfort from the sun, three killer sets and a 'Sleeping Monkey' secret jam at 2 a.m.
Super Ball IX, Day Two. Beautiful, sunny, another great day. The afternoon set was easily the most chill set I've heard yet. The night sets were jam packed with massive amounts of energy. And then the secret 2 a.m. set - the most fitting description is undoubtedly "trippy." More of an ambient jam than an actual set, the only song played was, fittingly enough for the wee hours of the morning, "Sleeping Monkey."
This traditionally Irish pocket of Syracuse hosts more than a few pubs.
You don't have to cross the pond to get a taste of Ireland's green pastures.
Syracuse's own Tipperary Hill hosts a surplus of Irish pride mixed with a multicultural flare that is uniquely American. From Cashel House, an Irish imports store, to a pizzeria owned and operated by a man whose grandparents haled from Austria and Poland, Tipp Hill's private businesses add to its old-world charm.