Day two of Outsidelands maintained the Bay fed chill, but managed some sunshine...The day started with a trio of new discoveries: Yellow Ostrich, Australia's Tame Impala, and Geographer, before reeling into three notable sets in a row...The first, a career making turn from Father John Misty, who summoned up the ghost of Jim Morrison in a magnetic stage performance, backed by a band that channelled the vintage country burn of Gram Parsons.
There were people as far as the eye could see crammed into the meadow for the Alabama Shakes, and they delivered, turning up the intensity on their vintage southern soul sound.
Something I had given up on ever seeing, it was gratifying and thrilling to witness the return of Grandaddy, who used this as a springboard for a short reunion tour. They sounded phenomenal in the Park, and after a few songs, Jason Lytle confided to the audience that he'd "lost a lot of sleep over this, but it seems to be going okay." Understatement being his forte...The high point was the set closer, a riveting version of "He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's The Pilot" that stopped passerby's in their tracks.
Yellow Ostrich
Yellow Ostrich
Yellow Ostrich
Yellow Ostrich
Tame Impala
Tame Impala
If I had to pick one photo to sum up Tame Impala...
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