See part one of this report right here.

While most people were beside themselves with happiness at TSMF, some found food & drink prices to be over the top. Free water was made available, but the lawn area surrounding the tubes from which the free water flowed quickly became a morass of possible malaria. Here's a short audio interview with Stuart King from Chilliwack, British Columbia who describes the prices at the festival as "absolutely vile" and also admits his feeling that Canadians are smarter than Americans.

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• Give me the keys, I'll drive.

Otherwise, as I mentioned before, people love things! So many people couldn't find anything to complain about regarding things like George, Washington & the Foo Fighters. Here's a short clip with an area resident named Kyle who finds both of these things, and most other things, to be "awesome."

Here Anna from Seattle talks about more good things and bands at the festival, along with being "fucking freezing" while sleeping in a tent. Also revealed, the reason many attendees covered their faces in paint.

What is "gas jugging"? Here's a place to find out! Today's youth prove themselves to be somewhat resourceful to get to TSMF, but perhaps not as resourceful getting themselves into the festival. Unless listening to "the entire set of the Foo Fighters" can be considered resourceful.

Brooklyn's Sleigh Bells, people love them! Some people also don't love them, but at TSMF, "people were really into it". When pressed for extraordinary details, I was informed by these friendly chaps from Maple Valley & Renton, Washington that sunglasses were indeed thrown onto the stage.

If you're old and in the way like myself, music festivals are fun if you have access to free things and bathrooms without lines. Grant scored bracelets that allowed us almost everywhere, even access to the premium foods for the people in the VIP area. Well, I did have to talk our way into that section, by explaining to the security guard that we were with the Stranger and that it was really important we get backstage to write about Beach House. I kept repeating that it was imperative that it happen, as if to coerce his brain into thinking that free dumplings and free beer would be a good place to write about a band. Because the VIP section wasn't really even close to the stage Beach House was playing on. He said he'd have to check if we were okay and then he'd get us if not, and for the rest of the time at the festival, we were enveloped in a force field. Later while walking in a private area, a burly man in a yellow shirt told me that I'd have to leave as I didn't have the proper bracelet and a woman appeared out of nowhere to let him know that "Chris said we were cool." So from then on if anybody hassled us, we'd simply say, "Chris said we're cool." During the drive back to Seattle we stopped at a 76 station in the mountains and I asked the clerk if I could have a king-sized Snickers bar for the price of the regular size. Her confused face turned to a smile when I told her that Chris said it was cool. Go ahead and try it for yourself. It works!

Beach House played on the main stage of the festival, by far the biggest with the largest crowd area. From every spot I watched music on this stage, the music just seemed to go away into the sky. Sometimes the wind would carry it in waves to my ears, creating a strobe volume, other times parts of the music seemed to disappear completely. Sometime during the day on Saturday I smoked some of the pot that I found on the ground at the first day of the festival with the Canadian engineering students that camped next to us. I'm absolutely ignorant to the different types of pot, but the Canadian seemed impressed when he broke the giant chunk that I found into pieces. It looked sparkly. I only remember bits of the next four hours or so. I talked on the phone while crying in a field. I listened to Can's Tago Mago while my car was running because I was worried that the battery would die. I convinced myself that I was going to jail for downloading music 7 years ago. I slowly ate cherry tomatoes that Cienna had wisely chosen from the grocery. Eventually I found Grant and we walked to watch Death Cab For Cutie. I was still hazy and paranoid when we came across a lot of yelling at a fence gate near the main stage. Security guards were holding a girl who apparently tried to scale the fence into the VIP area. She was absolutely freaking out and yelling, demanding to be released. A nearby blockhead with a goatee kept telling the security guards to let her go, saying that she had "15th amendment rights." Eventually an important security guard appeared with a golf cart and a badge. The blockhead again declared that the girl had to be let go and asked the security guard in a voice similar to Cheech & Chong if he knew anything about federal law. "I have a feeling I know a lot more about federal law than you do," the security guard responded. It was one of my favorite exact moments of my life.

It was then that Death Cab For Cutie appeared to giant applause and started playing. I'm not very familiar with the music of this band, but it seemed made for this moment. To me, their sound worked perfectly well on the enormo-stage and their first song, "I Will Possess Your Heart" was fittingly drawn out and pulsing. Kids as far as my eye could see were dancing and singing. Emily Nokes texted me that DCFC was make-out music for teenagers and that I could make out with all of the teenagers that I wanted. The rest of the show transported me from the paranoid traumatic weed security guard freak-out to simply sitting in the grass watching a person love to do a thing in front of thousands of people who loved to watch him do it. It mostly totally ruled.

Here are more photos. Click to make them giant!

• These girls are like: HEEEEYYYYY.

• & these guys are like: HEEEEYYYYY.

• No, go ahead and load up on all of the food & soda from the Media Tent. It's cool. Nobody else is hungry or anything.

• Ray-Ban UNICRON w/ tube sucking sidekick.

• This photo is teeming with so many HPVs.

• It's 4:20 somewhere!

• Too much posse: (maybe).

• No, really. Give me the keys. I'll drive. It's no bother.

• These girls give you free can coolers if you let them spray paint on you.

• Oh look, there's $31 on the ground.

• GO WILD, GO WILD, GO WILD IN THE COUNTRY!

• For some reason, these teens seem to be trustworthy.

• Staff members ride 'em cowboy.

• Apparently in Montana, this is perfectly legal.

• Discovered: the curious orange.

• READ 'EM & WEEP.

• & then the party was allowed to begin.

• NEUTRON MOM.

• D. Boon is currently rolling in his grave.