A trip to Milwaukee precluded me from attending all three days of this year's fest, but I managed to get back in time for Sunday.
Yes there was mud, but who cares? It didn't seem to phase most of the patrons. Many had planned ahead and wore galoshes and a few embraced it fully, simply rolling around in it until it was impossible to get any muddier, thus eliminating any worry.
The day started out with Clutch, who totally rocks, and went very well with the ought-to-be-legal substance we snuck in with us. Next up, Heartless Bastards, I really enjoyed the singer's voice, but there didn't seem to be a lot of differentiation between the individual songs. I know I saw White Lies, but I think we had broken into the is-legal-but-you're-not-supposed-to-bring-it-to-the-fest intoxicant and all I remember is talking to Jill about the new Camero. State Radio leaned a little reggae for my tastes, but when they were doing the rock thing, they did it well. The Dead Weather seriously turned me on and made me wish my paramour did not live 1,278 miles away so I could have sexually assaulted him during their set.
Girltalk was my favorite all day. Guilty pleasure? Yes. But the key to that phrase is pleasure. He was the most into it, the crowd was the most into it, I got my groove on hardcore and was already familiar with every riff, if not every particular combination. Plus, at that point in the evening all naughty substances had been coursing through my veins all day long, which, of course, enhances the experience.
As for Pearl Jam, all I can say is, eh.
The following phrases were overheard/seen on t shirts:
"my balls your chin"
"feelings are boring, kissing is awesome"
"There is nothing moderation about Wisconsin"
"The mud close to the stage is a different color, but not more solid"
"Free love costs too much"
"This is one way to deal with a hangover"
"The whole car envelopes you in power. If I had a dick, it would have been hard."
That is all.