Don't miss our critics' reviews of all the bands playing Sunday.
2 PM: Disoriented, a little sloppy, hazy, upbeat—I'm talking about Milk Music, not my condition today. Someone told me I'd like this Olympia, Washington, grunge band. I very much do.
2:45 PM: I was cooking brunch a few weeks back, drifting away on a soundtrack heavy on Thee Oh Sees. "Do only girls listen to Thee Oh Sees?" my friend quipped. Girls, puppets, and music critics!
3:30 PM: Keep the San Fran psych-garage vibe going with Ty Segall.
4:15 PM: Real Estate is the perfect background music to what's the most appealing destination on (or, more correctly, flanking) the festival grounds: Union Park pool. Last year a few of us broke away to jump in. Best decision I made all weekend.
5:15 PM: Buy a plush hamburger from the Reader's Best Indie Crafter—and soon-to-be reality-TV showstopper—Steff Bomb at Coterie. Get her autograph now. Tori Spelling's gonna make her a star.
7:30 PM: I love Beach House and I don't care what anyone says.
Correction This itinerary has been amended to reflect the correct hometown of Milk Music.