Photo by Chris Victorio
Either I accidentally stepped in the path of someone's tour bus last night, or these swollen limbs, blistered feet and this increasingly nauseating hangover mean the last day of Bonnaroo is upon us.
Last night was kind of a hazy whirlwind of free drinks, smuggled-in beers, and backstage dance parties, but I'll try and recollect the details as much as possible.
Pearl Jam rocked a three hour career-spanning, massively attended set, including a 10 song double encore and a cover of "All Along the Watchtower." At least I'm told it was career-spanning—the only album I really know is Ten and I'm pretty sure I haven't played that in its entirety since 1994.
I got my first taste of Ghostland Observatory, who blew more than a few minds during their 2:30 a.m. set with a soul-inspired mix of psychedelic electro pop and angular rock 'n' roll. They had a pretty sweet laser light show too.
I'm afraid that's all my memory chose to store, save for one moment around 6 a.m. when I woke from underneath a tree, inexplicably clutching an unopened beer in one hand and my car keys in the other.
The sun is in full bloom today, friends. Mercury will rise, tents are coming down, and no one is looking forward to the traffic we'll face getting the hell out of here. But these are all things that can be bitched and moaned about later. There's still a whole day of music to see.