A few Day Two highlights:
The Mother Hips brought a rhythmic and soulful jam band-y vibe to the Panhandle stage with ferocious bass and stellar songwriting.
GRiZ got people hopping in between main stage sets with his retro funk and hip hop mixes. The crowd was happy and seemed more diverse than most other stages in terms of age and ethnicity.
Youth Lagoon did its best to command attention at the Twin Peaks stage, but his set fell short of capturing the charming innocence and intimacy that ooze from his records.
Jurassic 5 was flat out fun with their rotating rap. They threw down old faves from the early 2000s (Quality Control!) and were sheer fun.
We swooned for Gary Clark Jr.'s blues pedigree grafted onto discordant Hendrix-like jams.
Baauer managed to take his glitchy dubstep set way beyond the "Harlem Shake," and had all the weirdest of weirdos grinding on each other until he left the stage.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, as always, killed it. Karen O. sounds like a cat in heat and spent a lot of the set crawling on stage and deep throating the microphone. They sound as good at a festival and they would at a dark, sweaty basement show.
Nine Inch Nails played an incredibly well-produced and rehearsed set with a super tight and slightly creepy (ok, very creepy) band. They played all of the right songs in the right order to not enough approving fans (guessing they were getting their Lisztomania on).
Props to Azalina's Malaysian nachos, Alicia's carnitas tamale and pineapple juice, the infamous, infallible cheeseburger from 4505 Meats, Woodhouse Fish Co.'s clam chowder, and Sataysfied's chicken skewers.