Dressed in a black unitard with chiffon wings, dancing barefoot around the entire stage, with her burning red hair, I swear, Florence is the goddess of music. No one at Coachella has a greater command over the audience than she does – every single person was captivated by her angelic voice and intoxicating stage presence. I mean, “Dog Days are Over” nearly brought me to tears, seriously. “Shake It Out” and “Never Let Me Go” were also favorites, but Florence + the Machine’s entire performance was arm-flailing, body-waving, hippie-dancing-clapping good, and no one enjoyed it more than Florence herself.
Happiness hit me like a bullet in the back,