What a crazy scene. A few stretches of this show brought me back to junior high forced-listening to Foreigner 8-tracks in the back of my stoner ride's car. Gawd. There were a few valiant attempts, but, for me, the guys never got beyond the asteroid belt. There were some interesting vignettes with the lighting. Despite the place being awash in p-LSD, I did not get the meaty slab of psychedelia I was seeking. I'm an eternal optimist, so portents, portents, poor tents. Despite there not being a 'sanctioned' vending scene, there was a healthy amount of non-alcoholic bevs and heavier-than-air droplets after the show. And a strange tuba-enabled band. Everything's Right and Party Time rescued the evening for me, musically. All in all, good times. Let's do this again soon.