See this is pretty much why we don’t go to weekend-long outdoor music festivals. That and sunburn, heat stroke, visible back tattoos, dudes in flip-flops, clouds of dust, a preponderance of bands whose names begin with the letters “p” and “h,” and the fact that you have to survive on the grimiest food possible, sometimes for days. Anyway, this is Seattle’s Sasquatch festival, and that is a dude dancing in an all too familiar way to Santigold, who surely would be less sanguine about this reinterpretation of her music than she ultimately turned out to be about Terry Urban’s Southerngold. It made us laugh, which you know, on a Friday, is something. [h/t West Coast Sound]
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