It’s midnight and I’m home and clean, although tonight I picked up some strange red spots all over my abdomen. A gift of the festival, I guess.

I missed Robert Randolph, unfortunately, in order to go to a friend’s wedding. Turns out we missed the actual wedding ceremony as well, but we got there for the reception, and had a good time wishing the new couple good times for their honeymoon. They had a great idea too – they handed out their favorite songs on CD to everyone that was there, and judging by the playlist, since I haven’t listened to it yet, I would say they have good musical taste.

I only saw one band tonight, but that was enough for me. Ever heard of a band called Oasis? Yeah. I thought so.

My first impression when Liam came on stage was – that’s a Rock Star. A Rock Star who believes he’s a Rock Star. He even lived up to the billing and the rumors, as more than once he turned to his sound guys and told them to up the guitars in his monitor mix. They had to restart one song because of that.

Also, their organist looked exactly like the Americanized, whitened Jesus most of us picture when thinking of Jesus (i.e. the picture to the right). He was wearing white too. It was spooky, to say the least. Which reminds me -there was a Colonel Sanders look-a-like playing drums for Lucinda Williams as well.

Oasis played the three songs I know of theirs, Wonderwall, Champagne Supernova, and Lilah. They played other songs too. They were good. Their drummer was good. I would write more, but I’m awfully tired and have an incredibly long day tomorrow that involves waking up at 7:30am, playing two services at church (as normal), then jetting down to Day Three of the ACL Festival to see Eisley, Doves, Wilco, and Coldplay, and whoever else I can, although I may just camp out in front of that main stage and hope for a close spot for Coldplay.

It’s going to be madness.