Sunday morning we took the bus over to navy pier and rode the ferris wheel which provides a nice view of the city.
The weather had been great all weekend even though it was starting to get hotter today. We grabbed some lunch as soon as we arrived then headed over to check out the first band of the day was
Deerhunter, which were introduced as Deerhoof, which prompted a slew of cougarhoof jokes. The pitchfork folks rave about these guys, but they need some more time to develop their sound, and the toothpick lead singer could use the time to fatten up a bit. Seriously, he was grossly skinny.
Menomena was up next and they set the bar high for the rest of the day. I didn't
love their latest album, but their performance inclined me to take another look. They all shared vocal duties and played multiple instruments.
Junior Boys came next on the other stage, but we camped out near the stage we were just at so we could have some prime real estate for the Sea & Cake. Made some small talk with our neighbors and even scored a brew for keeping my eye on some one's gear. As I mentioned earlier though, you could still hear everything quite well and the Junior Boys had it cranked up. Adding a drummer to the fold, their material translated very well in a live festival setting.
Chicago locals, the
Sea & Cake, were up next and I was stoked. They cranked out their mellow brand of cool breeze mathy jazz rock quite splendidly.
We walked around a bit, got some more refreshments then headed back to the area in between the 2 stages for
Jamie Lidell. He played a bunch of new material until settling into the 'hits'. I always forget that he's a goofy white european guy and not a long lost relative of otis redding.
Next up the man of the hour,
Stephen Malkmus, former Pavement kingpin. Usually he has his backing band the Jicks in tow, but today was a solo outing, and a great one at that. Pulling out a large number a pavement classics and even joined by former pavement 2nd drummer, Bob Nastanovich on 'trigger cut' and 'in the mouth a desert'. Set:
Heaven Is A Truck / Blue Arrangements / new song / Us / Extradition / Loud Cloud Crowd / Spit On A Stranger / Walk Into A Mirror / Trigger Cut / In The Mouth A Desert / new song / We Dance.
Sunday's line-up didn't afford much time to breath. Right after good ol' stevey, we had
Of Montreal. Their current album is a delight, and much of the set indeed came from that disc so I was pretty happy, and come to think of it pretty tipsy. Never known for being dull, Of Montreal wore all kinds of crazy costumes (wings, football shoulder pads, etc.) and had zany costumed creatures join them on stage, such as a five headed funny lip thing, darth vader, and a crab arm. Set:
Suffer For Fashion / Bunny Ain't No Kind Of Rider / Softcore / She's A Rejecter / October Is Eternal / The Past Is A Grotesque Animal / Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse / Chrissie Kiss The Corpse / Faberge Falls For Shuggie / The Party's Crashing Us / All Day and All of the Night.
OK, time to eat! We were starving and I needed to sober up a bit. So we found some tasty meat kabob things and chowed down.
The sun had gone down, and we had some time to kill before wandering over to the ill-conceived 3rd stage to check out the
Klaxons. My camera ran out of juice, and looking to avoid the crowded mess we experienced during dan deacon's set, we positioned ourselves on the other side of a chain-link fence on one side of the stage. It was right by the fuze tent where they had been giving away samples all day so there were all these little plastic cups that people had stuck in all of the openings in the fence. I joked that it was a wailing wall, and then some girl bumped into it, knocking a bunch of the cups on the ground, then stepping on them. They made a loud crunching sound, and I blurted out that she was "crushing peoples dreams," which was absolutely the funniest thing ever. The Klaxons were pretty cool playing true to the album. I've grown to like them more after my initial backlash due large in part to the silly 'new rave' monicker the british press had slapped on them. No one joined me in my "klax-on, klax-off" chant but it drew some laughs. After their rousing rendition of Grace's, 'it's not over yet', we decided it was, skipping out on de la soul in order to beat any subway congestion.