Category: Wanderlust Festival Diary

Wanderlust Festival Diary: The Photos

Jenny Lewis as seen without a photo pass
Jenny Lewis as seen without a photo pass

I took quite a few photos at Wanderlust Festival: nearly 500 of them.  Since I didn’t have any sort of media credential, you’re not going to see any amazing closeups of performers’ nostrils, but my handy pocket camera does a pretty good job of it.  I’ve selected 19 of my favorites, showing every musical act I saw over the weekend and more.  If you were there, I hope these act as a nice reminder of a wonderful weekend; if you weren’t, I hope it will inspire you to go next year.  Feel free to share these photos around.  Please just tell everyone where you found them!  Now, on to the photo gallery. Continue reading “Wanderlust Festival Diary: The Photos”

Wanderlust Festival Diary: Part Three

If you look right above that dome, you can see the lake.
If you look right above that dome, you can see the lake.

Sunday at the Wanderlust felt like one long, sad goodbye.  The whole drive home to Oakland was hanging over my head the whole day.  Can’t drink.  Can’t party too hard.  Must drink enough water so that I feel good enough to make the drive.  Have to leave early enough to get home for work.  All of these things can really bring a guy down as he heads up the funitel to another sun-soaked day of music.  How long could this feeling last? Continue reading “Wanderlust Festival Diary: Part Three”

Wanderlust Festival Diary: Part Two

Everyone was really high at this festival.
Everyone was really high at this festival.

In order to get to the mainstage at the Wanderlust Festival, you need to board the funitel and ride the gondola to one the Gold Coast at Squaw Valley.  This is definitely the riskiest activity I’ve ever done to get to a show.  So what did I find when I got to the top? Continue reading “Wanderlust Festival Diary: Part Two”

Wanderlust Festival Diary: Part One

Sharon Jones belts out another one.
Sharon Jones belts out another one.

When I heard about the Wanderlust Festival, its amazing location, and its perfect lineup, I booked a hotel room the same day.  Because of this, I’m writing this diary post from an amazing hotel room with three queen size beds, a full kitchen with utensils, and killer balcony, and right inside the village where the festival is located.  The fridge is stocked (salmon for dinner tomorrow), the beds are made, and everyone’s getting ready for sleep.

But how was tonight’s music? Continue reading “Wanderlust Festival Diary: Part One”