This past weekend, Grantland editors Robert Mays and Emily Yoshida went to the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. Because we couldn't just let them go and have a nice time among the rave kids and B-list celebrities in Indio, we decided to make them do a scavenger hunt. Who won the weekend (other than Daft Punk)? Join us and find out!
Yoshida: We arrive at the box office to get braceleted up. Girl working the booth in the press line does not seem to be enjoying her job very much. I am starting to understand the exact level of mental and physical punishment I am about to endure, and am already worried about how to acclimate to it. This will be a complicated mental exercise.
Mays: Eight minutes. That’s exactly how long it took from the start of my first set of the weekend until I spotted my first ownerless cowboy boot. You can imagine, then, how upset I was when I realized that points for loose cowboy boots weren’t included when the final list was pared down. This could’ve started better.
June has been a strange month in Los Angeles, with Lindsay Lohan crashing rented Porsches and the Kings winning the Stanley Cup. But nothing was as rare and fleeting as the situation the co-hosts of the Hollywood Prospectus Podcast found themselves in last week. Not only were we in the same place at the same time, but fellow cultural scribbler Rembert Browne was there to boot. So we did what any three able-bodied young men would do in a similar situation: We locked ourselves in a studio with David Jacoby and argued about the annual phenomenon known as the summer jam. As you'll hear, the qualifications are a little vague — something about car windows and barbecues and a deep sense of pre-nostalgia — but all three of us had strong opinions about our picks for the song of the summer of 2012. Was Chris right about Gaslight Anthem? Has Rembert tapped into the human condition with his love of Meek Mill and Justin Bieber? And is Andy trying to have it both ways by hyping both the mainstream The-Dream and the as-yet-unreleased Twin Shadow? (Answer: yes.) Only time — and the delicate passing of the seasons (tear!) — will tell.