by Lizzy Duffy
Sasquatch Music Festival goes from noon to 1 a.m. I generally go from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m., provided I have lunch and a nap. So I'm searching for the veterans’ secret to staying up, but until then, I’m throwing back energy drinks.
The lineup on Saturday, May 26, featured a variety of headliners, all of which I couldn’t wait to see. Blitzen Trapper erupted on the Main Stage with its signature twang and gave hope that maybe I would make it until the end. I sat on the hill overlooking the river and soaked in the beat.
Afterward, I headed to the Banana Shack for Portlandia’s Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein. They were entertaining, but I wouldn’t say funny; it was mostly jokes from their show, playing hide and seek with the audience and talking about weird Portland-centric things.
After a hot dog and beer lunch break, the wind finally died down and I dragged some friends to the Main Stage and into the pit for Childish Gambino, my main music crush. We stood in front of the mega-sized screens to look up at a virtual Donald Glover towering over the crowd. I didn’t hear my favorite jam “Sunrise," but otherwise, he killed it with new material and one of his most famous hits, “Heartbeat.”
We stuck around for Metric and managed to get just 20 feet from the stage. I caught glimpses of Emily Haines as she walked from side to side. I was stoked to finally see a singer actually perform rather than watching bands on an oversized screen. This is where I hit a wall. I wanted to stay up front for The Shins, but my feet were begging me to head back to the hill. This was when I wanted to ask, “How do you do it? How do you stand in a sweaty pit all afternoon, during the hottest part of the day?”
It seemed like everyone came to the amphitheatre for the The Shins, so when I walked to the Bigfoot Stage for St. Vincent, I was surprised that there were so many people to see the lady in black, Annie Clark. I watched her shred the guitar, the lights pumping beams across the audience. People were moving, but not really dancing until the song “Actor." At that point, I was done. I wanted to stay up for Jack White and The Roots, but couldn't.
Defeated, I walked the mile back to camp.