While the acts on stage where either perfect (Arcade Fire), brief (Spoon), delayed (Michael Franti, Spoon again), interrupted (Ghostland Observatory), rocking your face off with a 36-inch bass drum (Earl Greyhound), tearing up the drum kit (Saturday Knights), or glowing in the dark (Björk), the festival crowd itself provided its own kind of entertainment. What follows is a brief but eclectic sampling of the non-musical sights of Sasquatch.
This guy actually cut hair between the first and second days. When I saw him on Sunday the mullet was about six inches shorter.
While the security guy had a stellar neck warmer, from someone just returning from Spain, this guy has the hair of every male in the country.
Chuck Liddell lost his title this weekend. How the mighty have fallen.
This guy climbed on the speakers next to the main stage for almost all of Polyphonic Spree. Nevermind that I was below a light bar that was swinging three to four feet in each direction, I was more terrified for him.
The non-musical highlight of the weekend. These guys had a 15 minute dance-off to Jamiroquai during the wind delay. By the end of the song they had about 300 people watching them. The guy in the red totally stomped the yard.
And, finally, by Hannah Levin's request, the X-Box Ninja's.