Still Sublime

Somewhere between Bradley Nowell’s handwritten lyrics, Jakob Nowell’s reflections, and a surprise announcement, it became clear the Grammy Museum’s celebration of Sublime’s eponymous album wasn’t about nostalgia. It was about continuity. Presented along with the museum’s Straight From Long Beach exhibit, the evening featured a panel moderated by manager Joe Escalante, a cozy acoustic set, and the presentation of a Diamond plaque recognizing more than 10 million certified U.S. units of the landmark album. Thirty years later, this record is still doing what iconic records do: creating new fans, inspiring new musicians, and proving that timeless music transcends generations.

The exhibit feels like a love letter to one of Southern California’s most influential bands, through rare artifacts capturing the DIY spirit that existed long before multi-platinum success. Asked about his favorite piece in the collection, Jakob lit up talking about his father’s guitar, affectionately calling it “the family axe, the legacy sword.” Another touching element comes in vintage home footage of Mama Troy singing the ABCs with a baby Jake, a reminder that behind one of alternative music’s most enduring legacies is, first and foremost, a family.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA – JULY 30: (L-R) Ivory Daniel, Eric Wilson, Bud Gaugh, Jakob Nowell, Derek Gordon, Kevin Zinger and Joe Escalante speak onstage at An Evening with Sublime at Grammy Museum. (Photo by Rebecca Sapp/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

My connection to Sublime runs deeper than that of most writers. I front Sheblime, an all-female tribute to the band, but long before I performed these songs, I was a teenager in suburban New Jersey glued to KROQ. I still remember calling into the station during its tribute to Bradley Nowell a year after his passing, hoping to share what the band meant to me. Walking through the exhibit, I smiled when I spotted the same gothic Sublime sticker I once had on my bedroom mirror. It transported me back to discovering the band that shaped my musical DNA and showed me that punk, ska, reggae, hip-hop, dub, and alternative rock didn’t have to exist in separate lanes.

That spirit of fearless experimentation remains at the heart of Sublime.

During the panel, Escalante steered the conversation well beyond a standard anniversary retrospective, covering everything from international gigs to the art of building a setlist. When asked how the band puts one together, drummer Bud Gaugh deadpanned, “I put all the song titles in a blender.” After the laughs, he explained the science behind balancing tempos and energy, before sharing one of Bradley’s old pranks. When “Date Rape” became a radio hit, the band had already moved on to playing new songs, so promoters began writing it into contracts to ensure the band played it. “Brad would wait until the very end and wouldn’t even write it into the set,” Bud recalled, leaving promoters nervously waiting in the wings all night.

Having watched the band’s Teragram Ballroom reunion from stage left in late 2023, then seeing them go on to sold-out festivals, televised shows, international tours, and now the Grammy Museum’s event has been especially rewarding. Jake even admitted he feels far more confident now than he did heading into Coachella in 2024, a reflection of how much this lineup has grown together in a remarkably short time.

The acoustic set struck the same balance between celebrating the past and embracing the future. Eric Wilson played on a bass ukulele, and the core trio was joined by touring members Zayno and Trey Pangborn. Sublime classic hits like “Wrong Way,” “What I Got” and “Santeria” shared space with newer songs including “Until the Sun Explodes” and “Ensenada,” underscoring how enthusiastically fans have supported this new era. As Jake shared, “It’s a beautiful moment… for fans that are passionate about these classic records that shaped me as an artist, and so many over the years, to see them adopt something readily, it’s gotta be a one a million shot.”

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA – JULY 30: Photo by Rebecca Sapp/Getty Images for The Recording Academy

Jake faces an impossible task that somehow feels surprisingly natural. He carries enough of his father’s style and charisma to make longtime fans feel instantly at home, but he isn’t trying to recreate the past. He’s even introducing Sublime to listeners discovering these songs for the first time. That’s no small accomplishment in an era dominated by algorithms, 30-second clips, and shrinking attention spans. While today’s audiences often don’t make it through an entire song, let alone an album, Sublime’s music continues to feel strikingly modern. Few bands could weave through five genres within a single track and make it feel seamless. Thirty years later, that fearless creativity still sounds fresh, and at times even futuristic.

That idea came into focus when Jake asked how many audience members found Sublime through their parents, then how many parents had introduced the band to their own children. Hands shot up throughout the room. Later, during the Q&A, a young boy named Jethro enthusiastically requested “Don’t Push.” The band laughed that they wouldn’t be playing it, but the exchange perfectly captured what the evening was really about: this music now belongs to multiple generations.

When Kevin Zinger and management presented the Diamond plaque, the applause felt like more than recognition of extraordinary commercial success. It was a tribute to a record that has continued finding new listeners for three decades, steadily dominating mainstream radio.

Jake closed with a message that felt as much like a mission statement as a farewell: “Long Beach forever… go make some music and start your own bands.”

Bradley Nowell never lived to see Sublime become a Diamond-certified band. He never toured Europe or watched parents pass these songs down to their children. Most heartbreakingly, he never got to watch his own son grow up. Decades later, Jakob stepped into the role at 28, the same age Bradley’s life was cut short. Now Jake gets to experience everything his father never could, carrying the music forward in a way that honors the past without being confined by it. For a band whose story once seemed unfinished, this feels like a beautiful next chapter.

Only Suki Waterhouse Can Turn a Cemetery Into a Sensuous Serenade

I always used to be afraid of cemeteries. I blame modern society—and maybe the Gothic Revival—for turning a place of reverence into one where we imagine ghostly apparitions lurk around every corner. While that may be the case for some of us, fear obviously wasn’t a factor for Suki Waterhouse on the second stop of her Loveland Tour. In support of her third studio album, the indie pop artist gathered a crowd at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, breathing life back into a place that’s anything but. 

If you were there early, you might have caught opening act and fellow bedroom-pop purveyor Charlotte Lawrence, and if you were there extra early, you might’ve stretched your picnic blanket out just a few feet from the front. Strung in billowy curtains, aflush with red glow with a shiny, anatomically correct heart at its center, the stage was set: sexy, slightly love-sick, fearless and fiery.

One thing about Suki Waterhouse: she knows how to make an entrance. She floated on stage in a see-through robe that grazed the stage floor—baring mid-drift in a custom silk set that read “Let’s Play.” She looked killer, and the arrows stuck all around the set were really the nail in the coffin for a concert in the middle of a cemetery. “It’s such an amazing place to go for a concert,” she later said. “You’re all making my dream come true.”

Cred. Debi Del Grande for Hollywood Forever

She brought the energy from the start. The indie singer and Daisy Jones & The Six star (she played keyboardist Karen Sirko) wasted no time diving into some of her biggest hits like “OMG” and “Tiny Raisin,” to which the crowd echoed back: “That’s my man, hot damn/ We gonna break up, make up/ Do it all over again, fuck yeah.” 

Suki can really sing, too—not to mention she’s also an ace on the keys. “She sounds just like she does in her songs,” my friend, Nicole, turned to me and said, and I shook my head in agreement. Backed by an incredible team of musicians, that was all that was really needed: no set changes, no special effects—save for a very smoky fog machine—and only one outfit change on Waterhouse’s part, further proof that sheer talent is the true driver.

That became especially clear when Waterhouse eased into one of her top-streaming ballads, “Good Looking,” in which she was surrounded by, fittingly enough, a very good-looking band. Keys, electric, even sax were eye candy—along with Ms. Waterhouse herself, whose curtain-banged boho shag blew effortlessly in the wind machine. “Play casino halls on one of my eyeballs/ Roll the dice on my thighs/ You stopped for breath, and I sped up/Just to impress you,” she sang breathily. 

There was definitely an overarching sensual theme to the evening, especially as she transitioned into the songs from her latest album, Loveland. But it really worked. It didn’t feel forced as she thrashed and rolled across the stage in barely-there costuming and belted lyrics about lust and longing. Yet pop-driven melodies like “Back in Love” broke the trance and brought the spotlight back onto her audience of, I might add, very well-mannered fans—waving their arms in perfect synchronicity: no pushing, moshing or beer-spilling in sight. 

Cred. Debi Del Grande for Hollywood Forever

In the fog of what could be described as L.A.’s marine layer—or joints that all simultaneously lit up as the concert came to a close, Waterhouse did what any performer does at least a few times in their career: came to an abrupt “pause,” claiming it was the end of the concert, while awaiting the chant of “encore!” A few minutes later, she headed out on stage with big news. Her very own neighbor, friend and fellow “Weirdo” Beck would be joining her for the last serenade. Hand in hand, the two softly traded the lines, “Baby, till then, I’m lettin’ you know/ I’m missin’ my favorite weirdo,” an unexpected, yet perfect wrap-up to a phenomenal show. 

As the sea of fans turned to leave, Suki bid one last goodbye and an ever-so-thoughtful “Get home safe!” which, as we all might have actually needed as we walked the bone-chilling journey through the cemetery back to our cars. Or not. After all, we were surrounded by late Hollywood legends—Judy Garland, for one, as Waterhouse had reminded us. Either way, we left with a renewed appreciation for the land of the living: a place where we warm-bodied folk can sing, dance, down bottles of cheap Chardonnay and remember that we only get one shot at it, so live it with love.


Catch Suki Waterhouse live here.

A Name That Didn’t Make Sense, Until It Did: A Night with Rainbow Kitten Surprise

The name itself started as a joke.

When Ella and Bozzy needed a name for their first open mic night, their friend Noah blurted out the first thing that came to mind: Rainbow Kitten Surprise. It was random, weird, and didn’t make much sense, which somehow made it perfect. That carefree, don’t take yourself too seriously spirit has stayed with the band ever since and has become part of their identity; you can feel it the second you step into one of their concerts. 

Everywhere I looked, there were rainbow outfits, glitter, colorful hair, and people dressed however they wanted. No one seemed worried about being judged. It reminded me of the feeling and freedom you have as a little kid, when you wore whatever made you happy without worrying about what anyone else thought.  It felt like home.

Rainbow Kitten Surprise has always been that for me. Whenever life feels overwhelming or uncertain, and like everything is changing, their music has been one of the few things that stay constant. Through friendship problems, stressful exams, and the ups and downs of growing up, their songs have always created a sense of calm when I needed it most.

So walking into The Greek Theatre didn’t feel like arriving at just another concert venue. It felt like visiting a home I had known for years but never actually been to. And everyone around me felt like family I hadn’t met yet.

The opener was the Australian indie rock band Spacey Jane. I honestly didn’t know much about them before the show, but they completely surprised me.

Cred. Elizabeth Marsh

Before they came onstage, people were scrolling on their phones, finding their seats, and taking pictures before the lights dimmed. Then the lead singer and rhythm guitarist, Caleb Harper, hit the first guitar chord, and it felt like everything changed.

It was as if that single strum wiped away every distraction.

Phones disappeared. Conversations ended. People stood up almost instinctively.

I’ve been to concerts where the audience sways a little to the music, but this was completely different. Everyone was fully dancing with their whole bodies. Complete strangers laughed together, sang together, and moved without worrying how they looked. Spacey Jane matched that same energy by running around the stage, doing numerous hair flips, jumping, and constantly interacting with the crowd.  

My favorite performance was “Whateverrr,” from their 2025 album If That Makes Sense. The song reflects on growing up, nostalgia, and realizing that the moments we miss can never truly be recreated. Hearing it live reminded me that music is one of the only things capable of transporting us back in time. A melody can bring back memories that have been sitting quietly in the back of our minds for years.

Then the lights dimmed!

Rainbow-colored lights filled the stage as Rainbow Kitten Surprise walked out, and the entire crowd erupted. With the rainbow lights shining over the audience and everyone’s colorful outfits, it almost felt like stepping into a dream. The cheering was so loud that it didn’t even sound like people welcoming a band—it sounded like a family finally seeing each other again.

From that moment on, everyone let loose.

Cred. Elizabeth Marsh

I think that’s what makes Rainbow Kitten Surprise so special. Their music reminds people that they don’t have to fit into someone else’s idea of normal. We spend so much of our lives trying to fit in, especially in middle school and high school, that we forget how much more interesting life is when people are simply themselves.

When I first started listening to Rainbow Kitten Surprise, I was in middle school, and like a lot of people, I worried about fitting in. Looking around at the concert, I realized how much I’ve changed. Now I’m in high school, and I’ve learned that being yourself is a lot more rewarding than trying to be someone everyone else expects. I think this band helped me realize that. They’ve never been afraid to be different and embrace the weird, the imperfect, and the unconventional. And with millions of monthly listeners, they’ve shown that people connect with authenticity. They didn’t try to become what everyone expected; instead, they stayed exactly who they were. Sometimes all people need is one person willing to be themselves first.

Three songs have always stood out to me: “Painkillers,” “Cocaine Jesus,” and “It’s Called: Freefall.”

Instead of just hearing them through my headphones, I got to experience them with thousands of other people who connected to them for their own reasons.

Painkillers” is about struggling with mental health while still choosing to keep going. Hearing thousands of people sing every word together made the message feel even more powerful. It was a reminder that everyone is carrying something, even if you can’t see it.

Cocaine Jesus” explores addiction, unhealthy relationships, and searching for comfort in the wrong places. Live, it felt less like a performance and more like an honest confession. The vulnerability echoed throughout the crowd. 

Cred. Elizabeth Marsh

Then came the final song of the night, my favorite.

Freefall.”

For years, this song has been my comfort. I’ve listened to “Freefall” during some of the hardest moments in my life. Whether I was overwhelmed by school, dealing with friendship problems, or stressed about the future, it has always reminded me that I don’t have to control everything. Sometimes the best thing you can do is let go and trust that things will work out.

As soon as the first notes played, everyone started screaming the lyrics. People threw their hands in the air, hugged their friends, laughed, cried, and sang as loud as they could. For those few minutes, nobody seemed worried about tomorrow. Everyone was completely in the moment.

Walking out of The Greek Theatre, I realized the concert wasn’t just about hearing my favorite songs live. It was about the feeling the band created. For one night, thousands of people forgot about fitting in, forgot about their worries, and celebrated what made them different.

When I first found Rainbow Kitten Surprise, I was a middle schooler trying to figure out where I belonged. Years later, standing in a crowd of thousands singing every word, I realized I wasn’t searching for that anymore. Somewhere between the songs, the people, and the rainbow lights, I found what I’d been looking for all along: the confidence to be exactly who I am. 

It’s funny that a band with a name as random as Rainbow Kitten Surprise became a place where so many people feel understood. What started as a joke became a reminder that you don’t have to make sense to everyone to matter. The music ended that night, but the feeling of belonging never really did.


Catch Rainbow Kitten Surprise on tour here.

The Warning @ Pier 17 6/11/26

The Warning commanded the stage at Pier 17 in NYC this past Thursday. The three-sister rock band from Monterrey, Mexico, opened their first headline show of 2026 with “MORE” which certainly left the crowd wanting MORE.  Each member brought their own unique energy and presence to the stage in a way that perfectly complemented each other. It is very rare, but also so inspiring to see this chemistry they have between them. It makes you believe they weren’t put on this planet to do anything but create and share music with the world.

Cred. Ryan Muir

They captivated the crowd throughout the entire set, playing their hits from previous albums ERROR and Keep Me Fed. Their crowd and fan base ranged from young girls, who couldn’t have been much older than 10 years old, all the way to fans in their 60’s. The trio also excitingly performed new pieces which will be on their upcoming album Everything’s Falling, set to be released on August 28th, 2026. These new songs offer catchy hooks that will be stuck in your head. I haven’t been able to stop singing along to the breakdown/bridge section of “Kerosene” since seeing them play it at this show. They hold a strong identity in the way they express themselves musically and stylistically. There is no mistaking them for anyone else. You KNOW when you’re listening to The Warning.

A beautiful moment during the show was at the end of “MARTIRIO.” The crowd was so immersed in the music, they continued singing the melody (completely unprovoked by the band) after the song ended. The band also honors and celebrates their home country by including songs written in Spanish, “MARTIRIO” and recently released “Ego” being two of them. Since I personally do not speak Spanish, I wasn’t able to understand the song literally, but I could still understand and know what they were feeling while performing these songs. The emotion and energy that were transferred through their performance are something I don’t get to experience very often. As a musician myself, I can confidently say that this is a special gift to have. It also proves that music is not just notes being played or just entertainment, but it is also a universal language that everyone can understand. 

Cred. Ryan Muir

They rocked the stage looking as glam as ever. Paulina’s fiery, bright red hair complemented her intensity behind the kit. Dany was giving an ultracool-girl look with her long baggy shorts and boxing-style boots. Alejandra styled patchwork jeans and fingerless gloves for a look with a vintage feel. The location of this show just made it that much more special as well. Pier 17 provides an absolutely iconic NYC backdrop. The Brooklyn Bridge glowed right behind the stage, while in the other direction, the Statue of Liberty stood tall.

After the show, I had the opportunity to meet the girls and say hi. Even though they are badass musicians who exude confidence, they were gracious and appreciative of their supportive fan base. They truly deserve all the success that has come their way, and their status as one of the best young bands out there. The headlining spot is where they belong, and hopefully we’ll get to see more headlining tours and shows from them as they enter this new album cycle! 


Check out The Warning’s upcoming tour dates here.
Cred. Ryan Muir

YUNGBLUD at The Greek Theatre

Seeing YUNGBLUD’s sold-out show Friday at the Greek Theater made me realize how important family, community, and human connection really are. 

That feeling started when the opening band, The Warning, came out and instantly caught my attention. At first, they just seemed unbelievably in sync. Every drumbeat, every guitar riff, every pause felt perfectly timed down to the millisecond, yet somehow effortless at the same time. I couldn’t figure out why until Daniella Villarreal introduced herself along with the other members, Paulina and Alejandra, and I realized they were sisters. 

Suddenly, everything clicked

They’ve been performing together for over 13 years, starting as a small cover band from Monterrey, Mexico, after their cover of Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” went viral. Now they’re touring arenas around the world. Watching them felt like watching a sibling connection come to life. They were peaceful yet chaotic, intense yet completely connected. And honestly, that’s what siblings are. There’s arguing, forgiveness, chaos, and love all mixed together. Every loud drumbeat almost felt symbolic, like every past argument floating away into the air while they created something beautiful together. 

It only felt fitting that my older brother was there with me. 

As the loud rock music filled the arena, I started noticing something quieter underneath it all. As I looked around, I realized how many families were there together. Parents with kids, siblings, friends with their arms around each other. For a generation constantly glued to phones, this felt different. This was the only concert I’ve been to where I saw more people cheering together than on their phones recording. People crave real community now more than ever. Everyone was actually living in the moment instead of watching it through a screen. Music was bringing people together in real life. 

Then it was finally time for YUNGBLUD to come out


Cred. Tom Pallant

Before he even stepped on stage, the word “hello” appeared across the screens in multiple languages. It instantly made the entire arena feel welcoming, like no matter what your background, everyone belonged there that night. We were all there for the same reason: to let go for a few hours and just feel alive while jamming out to some rock n roll. 

Then, suddenly, confetti exploded through the crowd. 

It felt like all of our worries were being thrown into the air alongside it. For a second, nothing else mattered besides just being there in the moment. 

And once he hit the stage, the energy completely exploded. 

Besides making amazing music, he is one heck of a performer. At one point, he randomly jumped off the stage and started climbing the arena handrails while yelling, “ARE YOU MOTHERF***ERS READY?!” The crowd went insane, everyone cheering, some even holding their breaths… Hoping he didn’t fall. Eventually, he ended up standing on a chair in the middle of the crowd, continuing to scream. From that moment on, I knew this concert was going to be unlike anything else. 

Cred. Tom Pallant

When he started performing “Lowlife,” the entire arena loosened up even more. Everyone screamed the “La-La-La” lyrics together, and for the first time, I fully looked around the crowd and realized there wasn’t a single empty seat in the place. I really tried to find one for a good minute, but I couldn’t. Thousands of people from all over Los Angeles had come together for this moment. 

One of the most emotional moments of the night came when YUNGBLUD dedicated Black Sabbath’s “Changes” to his late mentor and friend, Ozzy Osbourne. Before starting the song, he told us we needed to sing loud enough for Ozzy to hear us from heaven, especially because Ozzy’s family was in the audience.  As soon as the crowd heard this, they instantly understood the assignment. This is one of my favorite songs, so I was screaming at the top of my lungs.  Everyone sang together like one giant family. You could hear the raw emotion in YUNGBLUD’s voice during that performance, and honestly, it gave me chills

Of course, in true YUNGBLUD fashion, he made the crowd stick out their tongues. My brother and I doing that together reminded me of when we were little kids. YUNGBLUD even started calling out people who refused to do it, projecting them on the giant screen until they finally gave in. The entire arena was dying laughing. At one point, the cameraman showed this one kid absolutely rocking out with his tongue out, throwing devil horns, and headbanging so hard that it caught YUNGBLUD’s attention enough that he not only brought him on stage, but he put him on his shoulders. I’ve never seen an artist interact with fans so personally before. 

But beyond the chaos and fun, what made this concert really special during Mental Health Awareness Month was how openly YUNGBLUD talked about mental health. 

Cred. Tom Pallant

When he performed “The Funeral” and the crowd screamed, “I hate myself, but that’s alright,” it didn’t feel hopeless. It felt real. YUNGBLUD has always been open about his own struggles with intrusive thoughts and insecurity, and instead of pretending those feelings don’t exist, he talks about learning how to live alongside them without letting them completely take over his life. I think that honesty matters a lot right now because social media makes it seem like everyone else has everything figured out when they really don’t. He serves as a reminder that even successful artists struggle with their mental health.  

He constantly reminds fans that they are not alone, and he backs those words up with action. He has worked with organizations like Mind, where he pledged to donate £1 (up to £25,000) split between Mind and Sound Mind Live for every use of the “Breakdown” CapCut/TikTok template. He continues encouraging open conversations about mental health instead of avoiding them. 

One of my favorite moments of the entire night was when he told everyone to turn to the strangers next to them and say, “Hello motherf***er,” and then, “I love you.” It sounds ridiculous, but in that moment, it actually felt genuine. For a few seconds, thousands of strangers became one giant family. 

The concert ended with “Zombie,” a song inspired by watching his grandmother struggle with alcoholism and slowly losing herself. The song captures something so many people are scared to admit: the fear of becoming a burden, the fear of appearing weak, and the universal feeling that you have to go through your darkest moments alone. But standing in that crowd, surrounded by thousands of other people screaming those lyrics together, I didn’t feel alone at all. 

Cred. Tom Pallant

That’s what made this concert so powerful to me. 

In a world where social media usually only shows people’s happiest moments, YUNGBLUD doesn’t run away from the darker emotions. He dives directly into them. He talks about grief, insecurity, loneliness, anxiety, and self-hatred openly instead of hiding them. And I think that’s exactly why so many people connect with him so deeply. 

By the end of the night, there had been screaming, laughing, crying, and complete chaos. But more importantly, I walked away realizing something I think a lot of people need to hear during Mental Health Awareness Month: 

No matter how alone you feel sometimes, you never truly are


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Coachella’s Rowdy Sister: Stagecoach Festival Reviewed

The cowboy-boots-sporting, rowdy sister of fellow Goldenvoice desert festival Coachella, Stagecoach has long been the toast of the country music live experience, set apart by what Stacy Vee, Executive Vice President at Goldenvoice/AEG, who has been booking the festival since 2015, calls a “California sound.” Stagecoach is known for its immersive three-day experience and genre-spanning spunk, with this year marking nearly 20 years of the evolving festival, the 2026 lineup dancing between worlds of country, Americana, rock ‘n roll, EDM, and rap music. 

Photo by Faith Nguyen

On day one, I found myself in the Toyota Music Den for Noah Cyrus, an artist that reflects that Stagecoach soft-borders ethos, having found her way to country music via a few genre detours. Impressed by her surprise guest performance with Midland last year for a glimmering performance of “Put The Hurt On Me” at the Mane Stage, I knew I couldn’t miss her set this year. In 2025, I’d heard rumblings of Cyrus’ intention to pivot to country music, but it was her beaming smile and tangible joy on stage with Midland that made me believe it. Her gentle, Southern belle tone buoyed the track in such a way that I even preferred it over the trio’s studio version, and to see her make her bona fide Stagecoach debut with a soaring set all her own Friday evening of the festival, with such sincerity and unmistakable gratitude, made clear just how dedicated she is to making her mark as a country artist.

After missing Counting Crows’ set (Yes, I’m still heartbroken I wasn’t able to sha-la-la-la live among my fellow “Mr. Jones” devotees), I found respite at the Mustang Stage for The Red Clay Strays. Singer Brandon Coleman dresses like, sounds like, and even holds his axe: a custom, 1950s cigar box-inspired guitar, like a time traveler. I’ve never before seen a singer with such unshakable, ‘holy-spirit’ self-assuredness, to the point that his crowd commentary between songs felt not unlike a sermon. Coleman is a vocal advocate for mental health, and shortly before performing a fiery, choral version of “Devil In My Ear,” he offered a message of hope, reminding the audience that support is never far. Apart from the band’s indisputable ability to spellbind musically, I found myself most struck by the endearing contrast that such an old-fashioned appearing singer has such modern empathy.

Photo by Faith Nguyen

By far and away, the most electric moment of day one was the end of Dan + Shay’s Palomino Stage performance, where simply teasing the beginning of “Tequila” ignited the crowd into the loudest call-and-response of the weekend. Fans were transfixed, at Dan + Shay’s will, and it was obvious that the two of them were just as electrified as the crowd in one of those rare moments where an artist and an audience enter symmetry, allowing for the mystic to materialize in the space between them.

Despite the high winds lifting relentless dirt and hay in the air on day two, it all fell away for me during Teddy Swims’ evening set at the Mane Stage. As a ‘70s and ‘80s zealot, Teddy bringing out David Lee Roth to duet “Jump” by Van Halen was a major highlight for me (especially considering Roth’s signature rockstar outfit, as if no time had passed since 1983). Teddy closed his set with his mega hit “Lose Control,” his timeless, rich tone reverberating with the winds, somehow sweeter live than on record.

Goldenvoice is known for its unparalleled skill in curating festivals, made most clear by their remarkably intentional marketing that extends beyond pre-promotion. Stagecoach, in particular, has a lengthy history of booking acts in relation to their upcoming releases and tours, allowing the festival itself to uplift an artist. During Charles Wesley Godwin’s
set, shortly after he brought out Willow Avalon, he announced that he had a new single coming out soon, called “Better That Way,” featuring Luke Combs. Godwin then revealed that the Stagecoach festival speakers were playing the studio version all weekend, despite it being unreleased.

Photo by Nathan Zucker

Similarly, later in the night, Gavin Adcock introduced his upcoming single “Wannabe” by triumphantly announcing to the crowd, “There’s no better place to play a song live for the first time than Stagecoach!”

Both moves by both artists drive listenership, interest, and presaves in a way that Godwin and Adcock would otherwise not have had, had Stagecoach not coordinated booking with their releases. In both cases, Stagecoach was the only place on earth you could hear either unreleased song that day. It’s strategic, marketing-arm moves like this that set Goldenvoice and Stagecoach apart, and keep the festivals and their chosen artists growing, year after year.

In the history of Stagecoach, the festival had never been forced to evacuate until Saturday night. At Gavin Adcock’s set, the band had just blazed through the first-ever live performance of “Wannabe,” when suddenly his mic was cut off. Adcock and Co. attempted to go on, but soon the screens were taken over by emergency notices, and beers and food were being thrown on stage like a disgruntled crowd reception in the ‘70s. It felt like I’d stepped back in time again.

However, the swiftness with which Goldenvoice worked to keep attendees safe was anything but vintage. The festival managed to fully evacuate for about two hours, reopen, and, sunshine woman, headliner Lainey Wilson, still performed, as did late-night star Pitbull — I remember thinking what an impressive turnaround; unprecedented and unheard of at this scale.

As the sun set on day three, Third Eye Blind took the Mustang Stage. Following a boisterous live version of “Jumper,” the band fell quiet as they transitioned to the next song; guitarist Kryz Reid playing a stray, quick, two-chord, all-too-familiar combo. Excitedly having recognized the chords, immediately I turned to my friends, yelling, “ARE THEY ABOUT TO PLAY ‘HEROES’ BY DAVID BOWIE?!” My volume garnering the attention of strangers, all of them soon facing me instead of the band. When Third Eye Blind indeed started playing “Heroes,” all stared in disbelief, many clapping and throwing a thumbs up my way. Now, one of my favorite live Bowie covers, singer Stephan Jenkins’ own reverence for the Starman peaked when he adoringly belted “and we kissed, as though nothing could fall,” covered in golden desert afterglow.

Photo by Julian Bajsel

As of this weekend, Post Malone is now, deservedly, the first-ever artist to headline both Coachella and Stagecoach. Those who know little about his career might see his country transition as a surprise or cash-grab to go after trends, but Austin Post from Texas has dreamt of a career in country since he was posting Bob Dylan covers on YouTube at age 17. His successful pivot from rap to country with such resplendence is not achieved without his stellar band, who expertly reimagine his earlier hits like “Rockstar” and “Circles” for country-leaning live shows; the former transforming completely to rock ‘n roll by way of menacing electric guitar work (courtesy of guitarist Justin Richards), bolstering the chorus. Halfway through his set, shivering underneath a kind stranger’s jacket, I was awed as Post Malone honored late country icon Toby Keith with “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue,” a choice that brought many attendees around me to tears. If there were any doubt in a sea of pure country fans of a ‘rapper’ on stage, in that moment, Post Malone proved himself true (red, white, and) blue.

As Goldenvoice/AEG Executive Vice President Stacy Vee has said, Stagecoach is about the people. From the crowd itself, full of people that actually say “excuse me” as they pass, and strangers who would offer a shivering girl their jacket, to the way the festival is booked and marketed, where lesser-known acts are given a chance, believed in, and later go on to return, playing the Mane Stage — their aim is true, and masterfully attained, even in chaos.