I am a devotee and patron of The Governor’s Ball. I follow their social media all year long, hungry for updates. I anxiously awaited this year, but the predicted weather forecast was looking bleak all week. It started to rain with a 90% chance of developing into thunder and lightning, but morale remained high as I ventured out to buy rain ponchos for my friend group. After last year’s festival fashion rivaling that of Coachella’s, I was ready with my boho best. Maybe it was because of the weather, but outfits this year were severely subpar.
Everywhere you went there were reminders that the festival was distinctly a part of New York City, down to the food vendors. Restaurant review app The Infatuation brought in the trendiest of city fare, including cookies from Momofoku, iced matchas and sushi burritos. In typical New York fashion, everything was overpriced, and a plate of soggy french fries cost me $7 and the uber trendy sushiritto was a whopping $15.
Despite these let downs, I will admit I had an amazing time. Something about the positive, relaxed Gov Ball vibes (or maybe dancing in the rain to Haim) made the weekend an unforgettable one despite the difficulties.
Friday we arrived in the rain, but it cleared up after the first set by Christine and The Queens, a French electronic pop group. What I like about Christine is her effortless cool and how her brand of pop music has a mainstream appeal with a very unique and esoteric edge. It’s the perfect band for a dance party and for impressing your friends with a great band they definitely haven’t heard of yet.
Another stand out set was by Matt & Kim. I personally wasn’t aware they had released anything other than “Good Old Fashioned Nightmare,” but their new music is incredibly fun and worth checking out, with their stage banter loaded with expletives and sex tips for the crowd. The Strokes headlined, but ever since I found out that Julian Casablancas and Albert Hammond Jr. met at a private boarding school in Switzerland I’ve been disenchanted to say the least.
Saturday was off to a great start with fantastic weather: I was finally able to wear shorts, a crop top and abundant flash tattoos like the basic festival bitch I aspired to be this weekend. I was also really hyped to see the North Wales cuties Catfish & The Bottlemen. Their album The Balcony and recent release The Ride are intelligent alternatives to the boy band. Their songs have great hooks, but with thoughtful lyrics.
I’d also like to shout out the Burger Warrior Angus Burger – thanks for emptying my wallet but filling my stomach on Saturday afternoon.
Saturday night was also great, mostly because anything I did after walking across the 125th Street Bridge in a torrential downpour for 45 minutes was going to seem amazing in comparison. I skipped out on The Killers because I couldn’t brave the rain, which is a mistake that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.
Sunday, as we know, was mercilessly cancelled due to inclement weather. I sit writing this article in my bed, woefully NOT watching Kanye West perform, but I guess there is always next year.
Photos courtesy of Isabelle Wang
Alessandra Licul is a singer from NYC. Her hobbies include singing, photography, writing and fanatically obsessing over the local music scene. She is the proud owner of an adorable dog and is currently studying music business and music history. She likes coffee that has so much sugar it doesn’t taste like coffee and vodka with so much cranberry juice it doesn’t taste like vodka. She also never says no to a plate of tacos.