Day two at Outside Lands music festival in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park featured this amazing denim poncho by Ubi-Ind, Grana silk ankle pants, badminton sneaks by Backyard Footwear (read more about them here), my trusty Timbuk2 fanny pack, a scarf that was my grandmothers and a blue silk top by Hengst that you can hardly see in these photos but is a favorite, especially in cold weather. I’ve had that top for at least 15 years (I also have a copper-colored one that you’ll see in my next OSL post), and it is a longtime favorite.
OK there was also some music that might have been as important as my poncho. My favorite act on day two was Sufjan Stevens. I’m a masochistic fan of his somber ballads that make me cry during solo road trips to L.A. I expected him alone on a stool in maybe a denim jacket, crooning soulfully and making me cry in a sad way. Then, as I was standing at the Sutro stage waiting for his show to start, a bunch of dancers in neon outfits and giant wings appeared onstage. I checked my schedule, assuming I was at the wrong stage or arrived at the wrong time. But no, I was correct, and Sufjan proceeded to put on a Flaming-Lips worthy show complete with synchronized dancing, sparkly outfits, and a weirdly joyful all-together-now chant of “We’re all gonna die,” from his song Fourth of July. He smashed his banjo like Pete Townsend after his first song.
His crowd-pleaser finale was a cheerful rendition of Chicago. As expected, I was crying, but in an unexpectedly happy way.