Nobody sees all of it. That is engineered rather than accidental — every stage runs at once from mid-afternoon until long past midnight, so the weekend becomes a series of small betrayals: the set you skipped for a friend, the tent you stayed in too long, the act you will spend a year hearing about from people who stayed.
Seven stages spread across a polo field in the Colorado Desert, headliners on the main stage each night, and a hundred thousand people a day making the same impossible choices you are. Whatever gets booked here tends to shape the year's musical conversation, which is why the lineup drop is its own event months before anyone arrives.
Empire Polo Club in Indio, a couple of hours out from Los Angeles, with shuttles from the desert cities and a campground that is a festival inside the festival. Desert April runs hot by day and genuinely cold at night.
Decide now who you would want stuck in the Sahara tent with you at one in the morning. That is the actual trip.