Blogging about Bonnaroo has become sort of a cliché in itself. You show up, you write about the heat, the humidity, the hippies, the hash. So, yes. Let's stipulate all of that. They all seem to be present and accounted for.
Still, Thursday is the quiet day. The two big stages are empty, and the big lawns in front of them are vast grassy areas for lazy frisbee or lazier sprawling. The day's lineup is a mishmash of psych (the Entrance Band), metal (Baroness), electronic something or other (Miike Snow, Neon Indian), and the oddball head-to-head of Wale and the xx closing it out.
Fashion watch: So far, I have seen one pair of Vibram FiveFingers, and at least three women with magenta hair. And lots and lots of cargo shorts. Lots.
Update: Four women with magenta hair. And an equal number wearing either fairy wings or funny animal ears. The Romper Room aspect of Bonnaroo is either endearing or cloying, depending on your age or your mood.
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