Willie T. Grab your headphones, it's time for a Coachella dance party!
By Paul T. Bradley
Just south of 1:30 a.m., as the car crowd heads back to their $500 motel rooms and the VIPs are airlifted to their alpha-resorts, the camping Coachella plebes are making the long, dusty march back to the tent city of earthly delights they've built to the east. I'm headed to the all-night epicenter, the Dome, for the all-night silent come-down party. Yeah, silent -- a headphone rave meant to skirt the grounds' 1:30 sound curfew.More »