The S.S. Coachella set out to sea rather unceremoniously. There weren't horns, not a streamer in sight, and no one smashed bottles against the body of the ship.
Photo by Ian Witlen Jarvis Cocker and Pulp aboard the S.S. Coachella.
But we'd all been aboard the Celebrity Silhouette for about four hours at that point and Father John Misty was launching our oceanic musical journey in the Sky Lounge. A 180-degree view of the sea spread around us, and a group of maybe 100 music fans with stars in their eyes didn't even notice where we were as the shore lights faded away.