It’s 9 a.m. off Nassau on Tuesday, and a few dozen yellowtail snappers, angelfish and loggerhead turtles are gliding just a few feet below. The water’s brisk, the air is warm and six hours ago I was watching a guy in full-body lemur costume raving his face off to the Gaslamp Killer by the rooftop pool. Never say there’s no wildlife onboard the S.S. Coachella.
Today is shore excursion day, where we finally get a quick breather from the inevitable cabin fever that’s taken hold. Last night went long -- an unexpectedly crisp and clear set from Sleigh Bells, a midnight screening of the awesomely gruesome ocean-liner horror flick “Ghost Ship” with Gregg Gillis of Girl Talk (“The first 10 minutes are tight as heck,” he said. "But I won’t hold it against you if you leave after that") and a DJ set from James Murphy in the main room, where he was practically invisible behind stage-crashing dancers.
The after-hours cool kids lounge seems to be the 15th floor pool bar, where you can post up with a Campari and soda and watch the L.A. music-biz royalty mingle. There’s FYF’s Sean Carlson, there’s the Eastside’s sound-tech czar Jordan Long, and there’s Paul Tollett with his black baseball cap pulled low, surveying his domain.