Glenn Jones quietly took the stage in one of the larger venues at the festival, Memorial Auditorium. Before beginning his set, a bashful Jones quickly introduced himself and joked that everyone there to see him had not been given festival programs and were probably lost. Upon finishing his first song, he quoted Homer Simpson in saying that he “now knew what God must feel like when he is holding a guitar.” Jones, leader of the post-rock band Cul de Sac and “emissary” of the Tacoma finger-style, played a solo set of guitar and banjo music, stopping between songs to give background for each song performed. Chris Corsano, patron saint of Hopscotch, joined Jones onstage for the last song of the performance. The guy’s everywhere! (He’s actually here with us in the hotel room, as we’re writing this, gently tapping his drum-kit with mallets of various sizes. “Go ahead,” he whispers, his bald head reflecting the sunlight from the window. “Don’t stop writing.” We don’t know how he got in here. Please send help.)

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Jackie Chain

Jackie Chain

After our failure with G-Side the previous night, seeing the festival’s other Huntsvegas representative was a definite priority. Chain didn’t disappoint, although the rowdy bros in the front made our position in the crowd less and less tenable. We finally retreated to the back of the bar, safe from those awful rap enthusiasts.

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Papa M.

Papa M.

Dave Pajo, who performed at Hopscotch under the moniker Papa M, made the second-best use of a fog machine on Friday night (second only to The Psychic Paramount). The guitarist has collaborated with and toured with such an array of groups, it was nice to see him perform his solo work at the Berkeley Cafe; still, the set felt disappointingly short.

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Corrosion of Conformity

Dadrosion of Dadformity

These dad-thrashers (including a guitarist that, swear, looked just like Alan Moore) put on a packed show at the Pour House just after midnight. People seemed into it, but we weren’t really among them; for those waiting for Dan Deacon to start, it was an odd juxtaposition. RIYL fist-bumping.

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Dan Deacon

Dan Deacon

Dan Deacon’s new album America is really great. The beer-soaked nook between subwoofer and trash can where Ethan and Dan stood for his show at the filled-to-capacity Pour House was not so great. Neither was the free-floating testosterone left over from Corrosion of Conformity’s set. We came determined to hear new material but left before any was played. Oh well; hearing “Crystal Cat” is always fun, and it was a special surprise to see Al Schatz from Chicago band Wume running the soundboard.

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