High Sierra: More notes from the guy who hates festivals

Day 2: Ten more notes from the guy who hates music festivals

• I watched Tank and The Bangas write a song using words that the crowd suggested. The audience gave them “yellow,” “taco,” and “sandals.” You proud of yourself, High Sierra? The song was actually pretty cool, though.
• Erica Falls is the love of my life.
• During The Werks’ set, I spotted a pair of hippies vigorously making out. When they finished, there was a brief struggle to untangle one of the lady’s dreadlocks from the guy’s necklace. I looked around, wide-eyed, to see if anyone else was watching the beautiful comedy we’d been gifted … no luck.
• The Record Company had the best crowd of the day. Straight-ahead rock and roll still works.
• Put clothes on your kids. It’s a music festival, not some utopian community where creepers don’t exist – pedos like jam bands too.
• I described a lot of the outfits I saw on Friday as “fucking absurd” but after seeing Blake Griffin’s new contract, HSMF fashion only strikes me as “a little odd.”
• Day 2 with no sunburn.
• A woman was walking around with a fake tiger head on her back. She was confronted by another woman saying, “Hey! Our camp needs the tiger head back a little later tonight,” to which the tiger lady responded, “No, this is mine. I brought it from home.” The other lady then apologized and said her tiger head had been stolen earlier in the day. Keep an eye out, I guess.
• Todd Snider looks like Iggy Pop’s most exhausted son.
• The Playshops are the not-so-hidden gems of the festival. Make sure to catch Guitarmageddon: Summer of Love with Sean Leahy and Eric DiBeradino at 5:15 p.m. today in the Music Hall.
                                                                                                             -Spencer Kilpatrick