Williams himself might insist he was the victim of the blowing: At least three times he complained about the "stupid" wind that turned Coachella into a dustbowl Saturday; he said it was ravaging his voice and had forced him to scale back his stage production. And, indeed, by the end of his hour-long set, his vocals had become not much more than a hoarse bark.
But as much as you felt for the guy, who seemed genuinely sorry that his big Coachella debut wasn't going according to plan, you had to wonder why none of his handlers had put the most important lesson of pop stardom into his head: The show must go on.
Wearing a hoodie, scarf, denim cutoffs and, of course, one of his trademark hats, Williams was a perfect picture of the goofy cool he's made his own lately. He had a set list packed with an insane number of all-time jams, and a muscular six-piece band capable of handling them.
And he had superstar pals, such as Gwen Stefani and Snoop Dogg, eager to join him onstage.
Yet Williams couldn't be consoled: During "Get Lucky," the Grammy-winning Daft Punk hit he sang and co-wrote, he simply hung his head and allowed his recorded vocal to carry the song for him. Next weekend at Coachella's encore run, he said, he'd make up for the performance even if he had to wear a gas mask.
Williams opened the gig with an appealingly slinky version of his other Daft Punk collaboration, "Lose Yourself to Dance," then led his band through the stuttering funk of "Come Get It Bae," from his recent solo disc, "G I R L." His old solo tune "Frontin'" was fun, as Williams tried out some of the pelvic thrusts that might be pop stardom's second-most-important requirement.
By Mikael Wood - LA Times