So far the musical highlight have been a bad ass set from Savanah, Ga., metal outifit Baroness — nice dudes, met 'em in line for booze — and the absolutely earth-shaking set from Daryl Hall and Chromeo. Even better than watching DHC though was watching How I Became The Bomb's Jon Burr and Mercy Lounge's Drew Mischke watch DHC — those two dudes were like kids in a candy store if all the Swedish fish were made out of grain alcohol and amphetamines. I was surprised just how seamless the classic popster and the Quebecois electro duo team up worked out — don't know why but I wasn't expecting everything to be so, so smooth. It was like baby powder on sweaty balls — silky, silky smooth and oh-so-satisfying.
I've been watching a lot of TV this year, which is a weird thing to do at a music festival but the Celtics are in the playoffs and there was no way in hell that I was going to sit in line long enough to get into the comedy teant to see Conan. That said, watching TV with a few thousand other people is kinda awesome. Bonnaroo's TV is also much bigger than mine, which might make all the difference. Who fucking knows — my phone ran out of juice before we made it through check-in and my entire concept of space and time is just fucked. Today is Wednesday and we're in Berlin, correct?