Nashville Music Blog

You damn dirty apes! Er, uh, ya...it's Sunday morning and my head feels like it crash landed on some distant planet. The number of hours I spent drinking vodka and Vitamin Water yesterday is officially three times the amount of sleep I've had since Wednesday. My brain and my body have stopped fighting back and come to the consensus that sobriety is not an option.

My brain gave up around four o'clock yesterday when Raphael Saadiq covered The Stooges' "Search & Destroy." Or, more accurately, my brain shot out my skull and splattered all over the That Tent wall. I knew the set was going to be killer when Saadiq started with a great instrumental rave-up of "Age of Aquarius" and then plowed straight into tracks from his amazing new record The Way I See It , but holy shitfuckmuthafuckas did I lose control when they dropped "Search & Destroy." I've seen a lot of bands cover that tune and Saadiqs band owned that tune like no one short of Iggy and The Ashetons themselves. It may have been the single greatest musical moment of my entire life.

I started my day in the hospitality area, nursing a drink, enjoying the sunshine and rocking out to the Heartless Bastards--fantastic band and really stellar people, one of the more pleasant surprises of the weekend. Oh wait, scratch that, I actually started my day in the porta-potty listening to Jimmy Buffett. Something about Buffett opened up the loading dock on the chocolate factory , if you know what I mean. From now on, the first thing I'll think of when I hear "Cheeseburger in Paradise" is the scent of simmering poo-stew.

Jimmy Fallon's set was awesome--quit snickering. "Car Wash for Peace" is a brilliant song. Also, Drew Barrymore was totally making out with the dude from Die Hard 4 during the set, which might be my best celeb sighting of the weekend. Oddly enough, I ended up spending the better part of Springsteen's set with a bunch of kids from Worchester, Mass., (pronounced Wuss-tah) so I got to bro down like I was in my hometown for The Boss. It was a nice little coincidence that pushed the set from awesome to tear-in-my-beer incredible, but if you want more details than that you're gonna have to wait Adam Gold to get his lazy ass out of bed.

After the jump, the last of the photos before my camera decided it didn't like me anymore.

See that white blur in the middle? That's Drew Barrymore. She's so famous I actually knew who she was without anyone telling me.

Dude, I love Fevah Pitch. That movie was wicked pissah, guy.

"Please, please, please can I sit there? I'll show you my titties. Well, I mean I would if you couldn't already see them."

MGMT with some of the festival's more demure ladies. If this had been a panoramic shot you'd see Peter Buck staring at their asses.

Robyn Hitchcock's back!