So, let's see. The story here is all about the rain. Steve Earle's set was pretty good, that is until he got a DJ up on stage with him and the beats happened. Steve Earle and beats ... not a good job.
After enjoying half of that set, I went to scout out some clam balls, but because of the rain, they're not cooking them. I was forced to settle for pad thai, fried rice and chicken on a stick. Good stuff.
At that point, it was raining, but barely. My shirt was wet, but I wasn't a competitor in a wet T-shirt contest or anything. So then I started to catch She & Him. Then the rain came. Oh, boy, did it come. Anyone who wants to can see my nipples. Yep, that's the truth.
So now I'm back in the Press Pavilion, enjoying an adult beverage and watching a very good band, American Babies, perform on television. Well, the band is actually playing on the main stage and the audience seems to really be enjoying it, but I'm not that brave. And nobody wants to see my nipples.
Here's hoping the weather report looks accurate. The rain should stop in like 30 minutes or so. I still have Jim James and Cat Power to see. Very excited. More adult beverages for me. Later.