Uh-huh, yep, we're definitely still at Bonnaroo, and we're definitely still trying to figure out exactly what in the hell has happened over the last 48 hours. OK, I'm not trying to figure out shit — I'm actually sitting in the press tent telling puke stories with the rest of the press corp ... people sure to come up with some creative ways to barf here at Bonnaroo. Although, truth be told, I haven't really seen any large-scale shenanigans this year. It's a little disappointing.
The lack of Darwin Award-level stupidity aside, this has been a great festival so far — the weather is great, the music fantastic and they brought the damn arepas back. And the press trailer smells like peanut butter. Not that that really has anything to do with anything ever, but it's true. The press trailer smells like peanut butter. And sweat. Or maybe that's just me, who knows.
Music-wise, My Morning Jacket were incredible, The Sword was sublimely heavy and Big Boi was mind-blowing. There was also other stuff, but whatever Big Boi and his platoon of a band threw down an epic set of new tracks and OutKast classics that basically ruined everything for the rest of the night. Lil Wayne was OK-ish, but lacked the bigger party vibes that Big Boi brought to the stage. Holy sht, Big Boi. Good god damn that was a amazing. AMAZING. OK, now I gotta check out Dennis Coffey and have the religious experience that his sound check was promising. Stay cool, motherfuckers!