Stagecoach 2015

Before I get into the festival fun, I would just like to ask WTF is going on with the planets and why does Mercury seem to be in a permanent retrograde? Things that usually go awry during Mercury's retrograde have been repeatedly going awry for some time now and it's turning the brown hair on my 28 year old head gray. Packages getting lost in the mail, hard drives fucking up, precious images lost, communication total scrambled, etc. The planets are rebelling! MAJOR changes are brewing and are already in motion. It's good, but scary. I'm pretty fearless, but that doesn't mean I don't get frustrated easily and take it all in stride like I wish I could. Ok, Stagecoach, back to you...

Anyway, I made it out to the festival on the 3rd and final day of Stagecoach. Better late than never I suppose, but it definitely complicated things drastically. Luckily, I was in good company. My cousin and easy-going partner-in-crime for the weekend also shot the event with me. We've both been shooting for about ten or so years now, but this was the first time we shot together "for real" and were all business instead of just shooting something for fun. We made a fantastic team!

Country music isn't really my thing, I mean, not even my raggedy Johnny Cash flipping-the-bird shirt could have helped me fit into this crowd of orange "sun-soaked" bodies barely covered by teeny Daisy Dukes and cowboy boots. However, several hours and ice cold beers later, we at least began to feel like we blended in better and then deemed the Honky Tonk the place to be until the festival grounds cooled down enough and the main acts took the stage. We even made a pact that every time I said the word "honky tonk" I had to tip my hat (fedora) and if I forgot, I had to buy the next round but have shotgun mine instead of sip it. It was the Stagecoach version of the Buffalo drinking game. If you know, you know.

As the day progressed, so did the heat and the shenanigans. For about 12 or so hours straight, I carried a 70-200mm lens around and earned a gnarly shoulder sunburn that my camera strap inevitably made even more uncomfortable. I was sore for about three days after this which reassures me of two things: I still don't fancy day festivals, and I'm definitely getting older.

                                                                                                               Sara Evans images by Sarah Svboda

                                                                                                                                                                George Thorogood & The Destroyers

As the sun began to set, it certainly gave the final day of Stagecoach a good one. This desert sunset really was magical. It really made the iconic Coachella grounds silhouette pop and I couldn't resist the urge to stop and snap a few pictures of it as I was hauling ass over to the Mane Stage to capture The Band Perry before their three songs were up. Crushed it! They also totally know, for a country band.

                                                                                                                          OMG DESERT MAGIC REALNESS!!!

                                                                                                                                            The Band Perry