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I definitely titled this post after a Beatles' song because I knew at least Bob Ward would read it.

With apologies to Bob, and whoever else is reading, this post will be short and unfulfilling, much like every episode of Entourage. 

 Saturday's fest was insane per usual.  With the White Stripes bowing out (if you think your acute anxiety is bad Meg, I'm sure cancelling a major festival is sure to help), the headliners were split between Muse and Arcade Fire.  A King Solomon-ian split for many music fans, including myself.  But everyone got to see the true headliner: the sun.

Man, it was hot out yesterday.  If the Arcade Fire blew my face off last night, the sun melted it. 

Because we're about to head out to the last day in a minute, here are some quick hit thoughts:
 

Really enjoyed Dax Riggs, formerly of Deadboy & the Elephantmen.  (He's already the most famous Dax I've ever encountered, with Dax Sheppard being #476.)

In order to get really really close to Arctic Monkeys and ridiculously close for Arcade Fire, I had to endure Blue October.  Never have I left a show to go buy earplugs.... until yesterday.

I think my right foot is broken. 

Pedi-cabs are the way to travel.

I ran into Alex Turner of Arctic Monkeys backstage.  He is a wee, wee boy. 

Muse is so awesome, and so loud. I was bummed to only be able to catch one song.

Neighborhood #3 (Power Out) -> Rebellion (Lies) is still the best segue ever.

Caught a PASTE Mag. afterparty again, this time it was Grace Potter & The Nocturnals.  They rocked incredibly hard and I was blown away.  Bonus for the fact that it was on a stage no larger than the anchor desk and  I was 2 feet away.  Her guitarist shreds like nobody's business.  One of our bloggers did a review/interview that says it all so read that.

OK that's it. Ben Kweller, Bloc Party, My Morning Jacket, Decemberists and Bob Dylan tonight, presumably followed by heat stroke and packing for my flight home tomorrow.