Frontman Pelle Almqvist's performance will never get any get anywhere near as advanced as his ego. That'd be one hell of a tall order, to be sure. But what we're stuck with ain't half bad. Dude's a live wire, working the entire stage, dancing, jogging, bringing the act into the crowd. Sure, he asked for a tip for doing all this in the desert sun (dressed all in black, no less). But I won't hold that against him. There are worse things in life than performing as if you're at an audition for the lead role in a Mick Jagger biopic.
Say Hi, 3:15 p.m.ish, Yeti! Stage
The friendly kid from Calgary standing next to me was really into the set. I can't complain, myself. This duo has a surprisingly full, satisfying sound when they want to.
The Little Ones, 3:40 p.m.ish, Wookie! Stage
This was the happiest band I saw all weekend, despite their claim to have cruised into the festival in a KIA Sedona.
Built to Spill, 4 p.m.ish, Sasquatch! Mainstage
I've seen Built to Spill three or four times over the last decade and I've always: a) found their show extremely boring, and b) left early. Today's experience was no different. The music's not particularly compelling in a live setting, especially when the five dudes stand motionless for 40 minutes. Somebody, please, tell me what I'm missing!!!
Rodrigo Y Gabriela, 4:40 p.m.ish, Sasquatch! Mainstage
Rodrigo drank Mirror Pond Pale Ale and used the bottle as a slide during his guitar solo in Pink Floyd's