What can I say?
Everything that comes to mind is too hyperbolic. Think of all the emotions
you’ve ever had and imagine experiencing them all within the short
time span of 3 little days. Coachella
was exhausting and invigorating,
tedious challenges morphed seamlessly into breathtaking exuberance and
back again—and I’m sure most volunteers felt the same way. We were
hot, we were cold, hungry then full, tired then hyper, annoyed then
supremely overjoyed. The only quality that remained with me throughout
the entire festival was being sweaty and dirty. But even that felt good
at times, and disgusting at others. To sum up, I felt at once overwhelmed
and like a sponge at the bottom of the ocean, completely saturated but
still wanting to take in more. It was sublime, people, so excuse my
poetic indulgence, just for a moment.
Besides the music and working
with Global Inheritance , which were both amazing; the people I met are
who really made Coachella the experience it was. Coachella is one of
the biggest annual events for Global Inheritance—what we put on there
was much more of a production that what we did at the Ultra Festival
in Miami. There was the giant biodiesel-run clock tower in the center
of our set up, and on each of its four sides were different sustainably-themed
programs: solar powered bags and I-pod chargers, pedal-a-watt bike stations
where festival goers could charge their cell phones, an info booth and
seminars on making biodiesel out of vegetable oil and custom silk screening
on organic cotton t-shirts.
We worked hard throughout the
day in shifts—sometimes we worked til midnight or one in the morning,
and then we would bound off into the night to discover our new favorite
band or sprint to catch the last breath of an act we had hoped to see
all day.
Favorite moment: wandering around the festival during a rare
moment alone and stumbling upon a performance by Calvin Harris. I had
never heard of him before but the sheer force of dancing energy in that
tent would have been enough to power our clock tower for the rest of
the festival. It was straight awesome, ya’ll.
 
And now a thank you to all
the beautiful peeps I met at Coachella—You have all inspired me in
some way, whether it be through your art, your kindness, your uncanny
ability to make shit happen when no one else thinks it can be done,
or the way you didn’t seem to get BO even after days without a shower,
to keep on truckin’ with RuckusRoots. My next move is to uproot myself
and move to LA, which will happen at the end of May. From there I will
procure my RuckusRide and turn it into something so cool, I can’t
even tell you what it will be yet. I can tell you I met some wonderfully
hip artists at Coachella who will be working with me in LA to make sure
the RuckusRide ventures where no biodiesel art car has ventured before.
So stay tuned, and until then, Ruck On!
Photos courtesy of Global Inheritance
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