But let's start at the beginning, shall we? The night kicked off with the shittiest excuse for a 311 imitation ever, Pepper. That's all I'm going to write about them. Matters improved significantly, however, once the Wailers took the stage. Their predictable set was flush with all the Marley standards -- "One Love," "Stir it Up," and "Is This Love," to name a few -- and sent the brat-packs into a frenzy, no doubt fostering a sense of contact high-induced unity. And though their set wasn't remarkable, it wasn't shabby, either; just a mild sort of letdown from an amazingly talented group.

It was around the end of the Wailers' set that I realized the real show was going down right before my eyes. No, really. Up in the lawn, in front of my overpriced rented recliner, were two swinging couples getting more than a feel. These kids were probably no older than 16 or 17 and they were dry-humping their way into hussy heaven, all to the sounds of 311 and the Wailers! Not that I actually watched (c'mon guys, I'm not that perverted), mind you.

Ah, well. At least I got to hear them play "Down." END