If that island in Lost ever played host to a music festival, it might turn out something like Sasquatch. As one sits and watches bands from a perch on an unnaturally stunning rock face, overlooking the Columbia River Gorge, it’s as if nothing exists between yourself and the edge of the universe but whatever music’s emanating from that glowing chasm of a main stage. [Read the rest of the review…]
If there’s a greater beauty than Zooey Deschanel and Portland’s M. Ward singing lullabies to love in the desert rain, I’m not sure my heart can handle it. A perfect mix of the duo’s two albums, the set was a kind sabbatical between the hard jams of Drive-By Truckers and Band of Horses on Memorial.[Read the rest of the review]
Each day this Memorial Day weekend, 25,000 music fans filled the Gorge Amphitheater in central Washington. The festival is quickly becoming famous around the country for its ability to attract eclectic, below-the-radar acts. Correspondent Chantal Anderson went to see what Sasquatch is all about.[Read the rest of the review…]
Stephen Malkmus – who was either a little drunk or more aloof AND COOLER THAN FUCKING EVER – stopped songs on at least two occasions, cussing and apologizing to the crowd in the process. A rare old man standing next to me – in the sea of youth that is Sasquatch! – got visibly frustrated, yelling “Come on!” the second time Malkmus halted. Most in the crowd, however, just felt sorry for Pavement. Something tells me that’s not how they planned it.[Read the rest of the review…]
To end our retro night (flashing back with Pavement and Public Enemy), we went to see one more spectacular set by Massive Attack. As one of the pioneers of trip-hop, the main stage’s atmosphere was nothing less than simultaneously epic and somber. This is what soothing rock music that touches on R&B should sound like.[Read the rest of the review…]