WE PUT THE SASS IN SASQUATCH DAY 1

OK so I know its been like over a week since Sasquatch and probably no one is interested anymore, but I don't care. Here is a log of the adventures of Samantha and Caitlin, festival going virgins:



FRIDAY: Even though the festival had not yet officially begun, the partay definitely had. There were campers everywhere from all over the world (OK only really the US and Canada) who were really to kick of the weekend in...well style wouldn't really be the right word. Let's say enthusiasm. Caitlin and I dove right into the festivities and before we knew it, we were in VIP camping drinking Grey Goose out of some Canadian boy's trunk and...well I'll leave it there, but suffice it to say the night ended with me losing my bra and my phone. not fun. but fun.

SATURDAY


We kicked off the day with the FLEET FOXES, who were awesome. The way FF's songs sound is completely opposite to what you would expect because they are SO young. The songs sound like they came through a whisper in the trees of some ancient forest. "Oliver James" and "White Winter Hymnal" are definitely my favorites. (Photo credit: Brooklyn Vegan)


Then we made our way down to the pit so Caitlin could see her future husband aka the ever a-fucking-dorable Zach Condon of BEIRUT. I had seen them once before at NYU but this was a way different experience. I really just can't believe that all of these epic ballads come from this skinny 20 something american from New Mexico. The music just suited the beautiful, slightly overcast afternoon beautifully. And we noticed that Zach has french horn tattoos on both of his inner wrists. Hot. (Photo Credit: Caitlin Tormey)

After Beirut, we went back up to our little spot on the hill and snoozed through Ozamatli (sorry diana) and were planning to sleep through the National as well, when WHO should show up but none other than RAINN WILSON, aka Dwight K Schrute. OK, so he was there promoting his new movie, The Rocker, but he was SO funny. Me and Caitlin definitely both have an ugly crush on him. Anyways he told us that the National was too arty and depressed to play stuck somewhere in Canada because their bus broke down. So Fleet Foxes played again instead! Horay!

After Fleet Foxes part 2 we made our way down again to the pit to catch the end of the New Pornographers and get a good spot for MIA. But being the dumb inexperienced shits that we are, we didn't realize that we needed to stand really close to the metal gate to get into the inner pit area. So we were stuck where we were against the metal partition thing. Oh Well. I hadn't really heard too much of the New Pornographers stuff, but they were really awesome. And then they did a cover of ELO's "Don't Bring Me Down" which is one of my favorite old songs. I used to sing along to it all the time on the radio when I was five.




ANYWAYS. then MIA came on, and the place went....well, less wild than I would have expected. I don't know. I think maybe this wasn't exactly MIA's target market. Their were some technical problems too, and the performance just didn't seem to run very smoothly. Especially when she was like "Hey sound guy? We need to pretend this is Glastonbury 1993 and we are all on E and this is a rave!!!". I think about 25 people got the reference. But she sounded great when the sound was working. AND she was wearing a t-shirt with a giant picture of Ian Curtis with his name and birth/death day on the back. Which kind of gives her a million points in my book. And she invited people to come up on stage and dance with her. So I don't know. Maybe it evened out.

Sadly, as MIA was playing, I realized I was ill-equipped for the inclement weather ahead:




So after we trudged back up to our hill, we decided to smoke some smoke-ables. Where I proceeded to get high out of my mind. I do not like this feeling. I am upset it made me too incoherent to see Johnny Marr on the big screen thingy. It seriously felt like Modest Mouse played for 3 days. I was so confused. But everyone else seemed happy. So thats good. Then REM got up...and it started to rain. And all we had was one little blanket between four of us. I was not a happy camper. It could have been Michael Moore singing down there instead of Michael Stipe and I wouldn't have noticed. All I wanted to do was get back into my nice warm and dry sleeping bag and fall asleep. Luckily it started raining hard enough that everyone else wanted to leave too. And I did make it back. And I dove into my sleeping back and fell asleep in about three seconds