After John Vanderslice’s set, I went straight to see Calexico on the main stage, who had the audience clapping along to what I will inadequately sum up as mariachi country. Horns, strings, songs in Spanish followed up by covers of psychedelic ’60s bands, and it’s all really good. I think hearing them play their Love cover, “Alone Again Or,” was probably one of my favorite moments of the festival so far. They’re the type of band I would love to see play a headlining gig at an outdoor day festival in which they could have a solid 90 minutes. One of the bands I’d been looking forward to most all weekend is the Wrens, who are from New Jersey, been around for about two decades and — unless I missed something — haven’t been back to the Northwest in four years. I was 20 last time, and theirs was not an all ages show. So I was really excited to see them. Kevin Whelan threw his bass, which had duct tape on it, up a solid six feet in the air twice, then passed it around the crowd and proceeded to play a couple of my and probably most everyone else’s favorite Wrens songs (“This Boy Is Exhausted,” “Faster Gun.”) The set was not perfect– we were unceremoniously informed that the band had rehearsed only once before the show– but the energy between those guys is great because they obviously love each other and they put that energy into the performance.