Finally. The last band I had to shoot at Coachella. Frankly, they were kind of boring to shoot, as Robert Smith didn’t really move away from the microphone much.
The guitarist was much more fun to shoot.
There waasn’t much, if any, audience interaction, which made it feel as though they were just phoning it in. Quite a contrast to Paul McCartney two nights prior. That being said, it was still nice to lie on the grass afterwards, listening to the music and reveling in the fact that the hard work was over. Sort of.
I left before the end of their set, because I had a massive set of photos that had to be picked through and sent off to Chicago by 9AM the next morning. But as I was cutting through parking lots, I heard the strains of “Just Like Heaven” floating across the polo fields, and I left happy, knowing that I had heard everything I needed to hear.