Sasquatch wrap-up by guest blogger NatH:

I arrived at The Gorge Amphitheater with two girlfriends in an overstuffed Honda Fit at around 10:00 pm the Friday before Sasquatch 2010. Correction, I arrived at the end of the line to enter The Gorge campground at around 10:00 pm. I arrived at my actual campground at around 12:30 am. For two-and-a-half hours, we waited in what might have been the longest string of cars I’ve ever seen on what is ordinarily a deserted, two-lane country road. A string of brake lights snaked in front of us as far as I could see and headlights trailed in our wake as far as I could see. But the wait was far from boring. A seemingly endless stream of hipster kids in skinny jeans and oversized sweaters spilled out of the back of the van in front of us to puke, pee or both on the side of the road. And Pabst Blue Ribbon cans were littered about from passengers getting out of their cars to drink a beer and walk beside their inching vehicles. This was where the party truly started. In spite of the huge influx of campers, the entry process was remarkably smooth and we snagged a prime camping spot.
Saturday: Saturday morning we were excited and maybe a little overly ambitious. We took the trek along the dusty path to the concert venue at around 11:30 am, determined to stick it out inside the venue all day because once you’re in, they don’t let you out unless you don’t plan on coming back. We saw Laura Marling first at the medium-sized stage (or the “Bigfoot” stage). She was in great voice, and her powerful-yet-folksy sound belied her soft-spoken speaking voice and slight frame. We left Laura and found our way to the massive, ampitheater-style lawn of the main stage to catch the middle of Brother Ali, who I had never heard of, but I was surprisingly impressed by him nonetheless. His fun, empowering lyrics and good crowd interaction kept and held my attention throughout the set, a feat not easily managed by someone I’ve never even heard of. If you’ve never heard Brother Ali, look him up, he’ll put you in a good mood. The people in the pit far below us loungers on the lawn seemed to agree; their tiny, pink, worm-like arms waved back and forth enthusiastically. Minus the Bear were next on the main stage, but the mix seemed to be a little off to my ear. Jake Snider’s voice seemed to be drowned out by the instrumentals, but from what I could hear it sounded like they were solid, if too quiet. They also didn’t garner as much energy from the crowd as Brother Ali before them. We meandered back to the Bigfoot stage to see Portugal. The Man and the lawn in front of Bigfoot was packed. There were some epic guitar solos and a failed attempt at crowd surfing by one brave (stupid?) soul. Overall, an energetic show, solid show. Back at the main stage, OKGO did their thing (though, sadly it did not involve the choreography from A Million Ways. I was sad too, kEspo). While I have a soft-spot for the band stemming from my high school discovery of their off-the-wall music videos, Damien Kulash’s voice did sound a little strained at times. But they had a high energy set complete with bubble machines and impressive a capella harmonies. The National were next, right before sunset, and they were amazing. Definitely one of my favorite performances of the event. Matt Berninger’s distinctive baritone hits you right in the chest. The setting sun came out from behind a cloud (I swear) and lit up the Gorge during the end of the set to create a truly epic experience. The National was going to be hard to top, but if any group would be up to the challenge, it would be Vampire Weekend. They were extremely high energy and had everyone on the lawn up on their feet. Great crowd interaction and good, clear sound ended our night on a high note.
Sunday: Sunday morning we struck out a little bit later than Saturday, heat stroke and fatigue from the previous day spent baking on the hill deterred us from returning to the Venue of No Return until we absolutely had to. They Might Be Giants finally drew us in. Though, I think they might have been better experienced in a smaller venue, their humorous songs and off-beat puppet show were definitely entertaining. Their crowd banter was dry-witted and didn’t seem stale or rehearsed, saying things like, “We’re not used to playing in daylight hours, so it’s interesting to see everyone’s clothing choices.” I was conflicted for the next set. The XX were playing on the Bigfoot, but Tegan and Sara were on the main stage. Decisions. Ultimately I opted for Tegan and Sara, hoping that I might get to see The XX in a smaller venue in the near future. Tegan and Sara were really strong, so I’m glad I stayed. They had clear, powerful vocals and effortless harmonies. It was just the two of them on stage playing and singing, but they still managed to be incredibly engaging. They had charming, genuine banter and a truly dynamic performance based solely on their talent. Sadly, the rest of Sunday is a bit of a blur. A pretty intense case of heat stroke and dehydration (remember to stay hydrated, kids!), combined with standing on my feet all day, made me intimately acquainted with the practice of outdoor vomiting. I got really good at finding out-of-the-way corners and places to sit down. My only consolation as I left the venue that night was that I was definitely not the only one getting acquainted with this practice.

Monday: After a rocky Sunday, we decided we didn’t have to absolutely, positively enter the ‘Venue of No Return’ until Passion Pit took the main stage at 4:30, and they were amazing. Michael Angelakos’ vocals are ridiculous and flawless and any number of other superfluous adjectives you can think of. Right up there with Vampire Weekend and The National for one of my favorite performances of the festival. At one point a giant inflatable Orca whale was being tossed around in the pit and Michael said good-naturedly, “I need that fucking whale up here right now,” and the whale immediately reversed directions toward the stage. Holding it up facing the audience he said, “Sing for the whale,” and somehow managed to get the hundreds of people in the pit to mumble/sing incoherent syllables for an inflatable whale. Brilliant. Following Passion Pit (not an enviable position) were She & Him. Another act that would be better in a more intimate setting, but Zooey Deschanel’s vocals were strong and she was gorgeous. Maybe it had something to do with the crash in energy after the high of Passion Pit, but She & Him were definitely lacking a little something. Band of Horses were next on the main stage, and they were another set of epic proportions. Great audience interaction and impeccable vocals and instrumentals. At one point, Ben Bridwell jumped off stage and onto the crowd barrier, leaning over countless disembodied hands stroking his face and beard and grabbing at his clothes. They established a real connection with the audience and seemed genuinely humbled by the experience of playing in such a spectacular setting. Great set. We were in the heart of the pit for MGMT and it was definitely a pit experience, which made it a little hard to focus on the music, but for those into it, it was definitely a good mosh. MGMT didn’t quite build the same report with the audience as Band of Horses, and relied a little too heavily on lights and stage props, but overall, I had a good, if sweaty, experience during their set.
Another solid year at Sasquatch under the belt. My favorites were definitely The National, Vampire Weekend, Passion Pit, and Band of Horses. If I had to narrow it down to one, absolute favorite (Lord it’s like picking a favorite child), I’d have to go with Passion Pit for Michael Angelakos’ ridiculous vocal skill and superior crowd banter.
Thanks NatH. An now a new Band of the Week…Passion Pit!
I caught this young, electronic band from Massachusetts at Coachella and I was just as impressed as NatH was at Sasquatch. Their music has a great upbeat feel and should be a perfect soundtrack for this summer. My favorite track is “Little Secrets,” but you should also check out “The Reeling” and “To Kingdome Come.” They are currently touring the U.S. this summer and, after a tour to Japan and Australia, they will be back in September opening for the best band in the world, Muse. So get your tix now kids, this one is sure to sell out.
Until next time, “Let this be our little secret.” Passion Pit -K
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