Coachella by Anthony Randall Not so long ago, on a road trip in the states, I had the pleasure of staying in a house on a luxurious five-star golf resort at La Quinta, near Palm Springs, California. The house belonged to my buddy’s brother-in-law, a well-known actor who shall remain anonymous for two reasons, to respect his privacy of course, but also because he still doesn’t know about the incident that befell us whilst staying at his gaff. The resort is fabulous, it has its own golf course and a multitude of superb facilities, lots of swimming pools, restaurants, and shops. It’s so equipped; you really don’t have to leave the resort at all if you just want to chill and relax. The complex is immaculate, the palm-lined streets are quiet and kept pristine by an army of grounds people, who are polite a very discreet, and by far, the best way to get about the sprawling resort is with a golf buggy, of which our house had its own nestled snugly in the garage, a fairly new Harley Davidson number, in black and metallic silver, with a likewise Union Jack emblazoned on the roof. It was a very good-looking machine that drew a lot of attention, and whilst we were there, we utilized it to its full potential.
Empire Polo Club grounds, Indio, about five miles up the road from where we were staying. Shane had been to the festival the previous year and was psyched about going again, and although it was geared mostly for teenagers and young adults, it was an opportunity not to be missed, and being a musician, I was keen to experience it. The brother-in-law had even coughed up a hefty sum for two tickets to attend the festival over the entire weekend, so we also felt obliged to go.
As you can imagine, it is an expensive place to vacation, but because we were ‘family’, my buddy and I got to crash there for free, just the two of us in the lap of luxury, for this was a holiday home, and Shane’s sister and brother-in-law were up in LA at their regular place.
On Friday, we spent the day lazing around the pool, drinking beer and free tequila shots from the cowgirls peddling an uncommon brand of Mexican mouthwash. Then we had a delicious meal at one of the top-notch restaurants on the complex,
Our trip happened to coincide with the Coachella valley music and arts festival, held every year in - 25 -
