Fumo, who isn’t a fan of Metallica, retired before they came on, leaving me to bang my head by my lonesome. Thankfully, campground neighbors and University of Alabama students Brock and Lilly coaxed him into returning. We went over to check out My Morning Jacket’s midnight set and they sounded great, much better than their Coachella performance and I enjoyed that. In the rain, under the colored lights, amongst the dancing revelers, some of who came with their own lights, the band captivated the audience and sealed the deal with their fantastic cover of Sly Stone’s “Hot Fun,” which found the band augmented by a horn section.

No one had heard who was playing the Superjam, but expectations were high after last year’s set with Ben Harper, John Paul Jones, and ?uestlove. The tent was packed as the rain grew in intensity, causing bodies to press against each other, forgoing any sense of personal space, which would have been bearable if the invaders were cute girls. The severity of the weather was also the explanation for the 45-minute delay. Roadies kept hitting the stage and checking gear, but there was not enough explanation in what was going on. When the musicians finally hit the stage at nearly two in the morning, it was Claypool and three guys from Gogol Bordello. We were expecting a little more, and couldn’t make out what they were playing. After two songs, it certainly wasn’t worth the wait, especially because we were pissed we left MMJ where we were having so much fun. We headed back to the tent and as we drifted off to sleep, we could make out MMJ in the distance playing Bobby Womack’s “Across 110th Street.”

The adventure began with Part 1 and concludes with Part 3.