The saga continues.....(Continued from Day 1)

DAY 2:

12:21pm – …How many sets of dirty feet? How many jiggly boobs? How many shitty tattoos? How many shaved chests? How many wacky hats? How many mardi gras beads? How many....

SAM ROBERTS:

3:30pm – The biggest crowd I’ve been stuck in thus far to witness Sam Roberts’ brand of mid-tempo Canadiana. I admit I kind of loved “Brother Down” when it came out, and the rest of this is innocuous enough, but goddamn that crowd.

MY MORNING JACKET:

4:45pm – Whatever swingy frenchy track they open with sounds amazing. MMJ sounds good echoing around these mountains, a dustbowl band howling through the wind. Sort of the ideal setting. The acoustics in the house here through the window are fine. This thing is sort of beyond anything musical now; it’s taken on its own form. It’s its own goliath, leviathan…Inferno and Dante…the Wasteland and Eliot…I’m not going back in there for hours.

THE TRAGICALLY HIP:

6:15pm – GD: (Screams, mumbles inaudibly, bumps microphone w/forehead).

MB: “Shut up Gord Downie, you raging alcoholic.”

GD: “ICE! It keeps you cool!”

FEDCHUK: “ Thanks Gord Downie, you asshole.”

(The Trag proceed to play for 25 extra minutes, delaying Black Mountain and creating the first (musical) scheduling snafu of the weekend.)

BLACK MOUNTAIN:

7:25pm – Obviously these guys are one of the best things Vancouver has going and they pretty much own the hearts of everybody with a beard and a tattoo from Cambie St, east, but it kind of doesn’t look like anybody from that demographic felt like coming up here to breath toxic dust and play backwoods Animal House. So, you know, the shreddingest band of the whole weekend has the smallest crowd. Duh.

THE FLAMING LIPS:

7:45pm-ish – Some rough chicks from Edmonton following MB and I around. The meaner we are the more they want to hang out. As well: confetti, human hamster ball, Technicolor, yelping, Yoshimi, and the same old same old. At least they seem to recognize that the circus is in town.

TOM PETTY AND THE HEARTBREAKERS:

9:30pm – When I grow up I want to be Tom Petty. Dude is cool as hell and he’s having more fun up there than anybody has any right to have at any age. People are calling their parents; “Hey, mom. I’m at the Tom Petty show. Hey, was I conceived to ‘Breakdown’ or ‘Free Falling’? What? ‘Don’t Come Around Here No More’? Really? Cool! OkI’mhavinganawesometimetalktoyoulaterbye!” Encore cover of “Gloria” was badass. That patch-covered blazer with those 501’s was badass. The whole thing was badass. An hour and a half of Tom Petty and I’ve forgotten how to be miserable. Jesus, is that you?

MSTRKRFT:

11:00pm – Hey, this isn’t Tom Petty.