I was standing toward the front of a dismal White Rabbits crowd who, like me, skipped the Cold War Kids to wait for about 30 minutes while listening to Sum 41’s All Killer No Filler in what feels like its entirety. If you’re fortunate, you saw White Rabbits last Saturday with the sure-to-be amazing Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson. Sunday however, White Rabbits joined The Cure, and Malkmus in being the only bands I cared to see. On the Wookie stage, they played with 6 members, trading off vocal duties from lead guitarist to keyboardist. Although their having two drummers wasn’t really justified in their sound, it certainly built up their stage presence; making for a show that was both entertaining and intriguing. I first heard their record when they were coming around with The Walkmen (whom White Rabbits aren’t much of a deviation from) and wasn’t impressed to the point of fandom. Sunday’s performance definitely inspired me to revisit it though.

Tegan and Sara were fun for a second, but something inspired me to leave to see Rogue Wave (who sported a lead singer with a pink tie….) for no apparent reason. Maybe that was a mistake.

I ditched The Presidents to have a chat about Stephen Malkmus and how he’s kind of a dick. Turned out that I was walking right behind him as I said it all. Sorry Steve! Also while missing The Presidents’ sure to be lame set, Nilina and I chatted with Dave Allen from Gang Of Four who was live blogging as well for his own Pamplemoose. His hybrid and corona looked very nice, as did his footage of possibly the only exciting thing that has hapened thus far at Sasquatch (does that qualify as exciting?). Tegan and Sara both walked by and I had a moment of disbelief when I saw just how short they were. Then it was off to the press tent to cool off and grab a free water.

I watched Mates Of State, but I was really just there waiting for The Kooks, who had the largest draw the Wookie stage had seen so far this weekend. Just before their set, Nilina and I contributed to them being about an hour late by going back to their tour bus to hear them play a single cover by a band called Kid Harpoon. Before The Kooks actually played, someone started throwing a massive ammount of tortillas over the crowd. Yes, tortillas. apparently this is some kind of Sasquatch tradition.

Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks hurried on after a very late Kooks saying something like “Us Americans are simpletons” regarding the time it took them to set up compared to The Kooks. Malkmus and The Jicks are seriously so good on record, and even more so live. Malkmus may not be the friendliest person, but something must be said for someone who has made pretty consistently awesome music for more than a decade. His set at Sasquatch was nothing out of the ordinary, but with tracks from his consistently good ’solo’ discography, it didn’t need to be outlandish to be extraordinary.

After Malkmus came the ever so packed The Cure, whom I fortunately enjoyed from very far away. The backlighting allowed for his ridiculous hair to be ever present from wherever you watched from, and fortunately that wasn’t the only thing that hasn’t changed. Robert Smith may be hideous, (maybe thats why security guards kept photographers at least 10 feet from in front of him) but his vocals are strikingly similar to the way they have always been. A friend described them as being, “The kind of angsty that all generations have been able to relate to at one point or another”, and the similarity in his vocals really helped to connect the old songs to the new in a way that made them almost un-noticeably interchangeable.