Yesterday I had the pleasure of listening to the likes of Son Volt, Ben Harper and the Black Crowes outside in the fresh mountain air. The previous day I sort of remember (due to the fact my arm was largely twisted into taking multiple swigs from a bottle of Jack) Wilco, Medeski, Martin and Wood and witnessed the autrocity that is Brian Wilson. Not much else was accomplished over the weekend. People watching at the festival was premium.
PS I lost my camera…..