S.S. Coachella, Day Two: Pulp's Jarvis Cocker, Most Popular Guy on the Cruise

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Jarvis Cocker, photographed in L.A. last year by Timothy Norris
[Editor's note: As you've probably heard, massive So-Cal music festival Coachella is going on its first cruise this winter, featuring Pulp, James Murphy, and Sleigh Bells, among other acts. Liz Tracy, music editor of our sister paper in Broward County, Fl., is aboard the S.S. Coachella , so we'll be publishing her dispatches from the floating music festival all this week.]

By LIZ TRACY

No one's really interested in reading about the actual performances taking place on this musical ship of contradictions, the S.S. Coachella, amirite? Instead, you want a spoonful of gossipy anecdotal sugar, straight from the decks of this odd ship.

As you might have seen, Pulp was the largest name at the top of the S.S. Coachella flyer. The band played almost two hours on Sunday night, making cruisers swoon with Anglophilic adoration. But Jarvis Cocker -- the man whose name was being whispered all around the ship -- didn't sit in his room or hide out like James Murphy (the chupacabra of the boat, whom I have only spotted offstage).

See also:
- S.S. Coachella Cruise, Day One: Father John Misty, Yeasayer, !!!, Pulp
- S.S. Coachella: I Got M Nails Done Like Sleigh Bells' Alexis Krauss
- Coachella Cruise: Let's Imagine What Other Music Festivals' Cruises Could Be Like

No, Cocker made his way around the ship on Tuesday to watch other acts. He appeared to be wearing the same mud-colored suit he donned for Monday's performance. But it, well, suited him. His hair messy, sipping a drink, in oversized glasses, Jarvis appeared to be having a reserved sort of good time.

He was spotted watching Warpaint, which is, hands down, one of the best all-female groups I've ever seen live. I am a full-on Chuck-wearing, cat-owning feminist. But too often, women, especially really pretty ones, get away with making subpar rock 'n' roll. Sure, men make crap, too. But the ladies of Warpaint were fantastic and beautiful.

In fact, during the Black Lips' totally not-in-any-way-boring set, I had to use the restroom. Dancing my way to the john, it was clear that I wasn't bopping just to the music -- I really had to go. Upon encountering a line, one of the frontwomen of Warpaint nicely and jokingly (sorta) suggested I pee in the sink or even use the men's room. A gal after my own heart! Luckily, the cruisers are polite and I skipped the line, even making it back in time to hear the Lips play "Bad Kids."

Not long after, James Murphy invited the crowd to join him onstage in the Silhouette Theater. Cocker didn't get up there with the masses. He simply sipped his drink and watched the goofy moves from a safe distance. Murphy made my heart melt and my bum move with a cover of "Harvest Moon." Hats off, Mr. Murphy!


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