I'm actually functioning well enough to share with you a dispatch I received from the phone of Quick staffer Jamie Dougher, who's at the fest with friends:

"I am relaxing at Stephen Marley. I just love the positive energy he brings. It
makes for a happy crowd. Looking forward to Andrew Bird next. This is
random, but was it me or did the Killers sound off last night? They
were entertaining but their radio stuff seemed a half step or beat
behind."

She may not have enjoyed the Killers, but she texted me a few hours ago to tell me how much fun she was having listening to Zap Mama. She didn't realize that I was at the same set, having just as much fun. These gals bring in African and Latin influences in a way that makes you want to dance, even in gajillion-degree heat. Good on 'em.

Before that I stumbled onto the tail end of the Blue October set at the AMD stage. Man, they've got a lot of fans. You should have heard half the park sing along with "Hate Me." And when I got up to leave and it took 15 minutes to move 100 feet, I did kinda hate them.

I lurve the Arctic Monkeys, currently playing loud 'n' fast. The band members look 14, but they're consummate pros, skipping the banter and trying to get through as many songs as they can. Perhaps they should have been offered the White Stripes' closing timeslot, but instead it'll go to Muse. But I won't see that, because I'll be all up in Arcade Fire's grill.