When the rain came — and boy, did it come — people scrambled every which way to find shelter or ponchos (which some businesses were giving away for free and others were selling along with their wares). These people are braver than I:

Shudder.

But while some people crawled beneath rickety platforms, others piled into the blues tent, where they caught the last part of The Lee Boys’ set.

The tent was packed, and there was dancing in the aisles and hands raised in praise (The Lee Boys like some gospel with their funk, see). And the ground shook like an old-time funk revival. I shimmied up close to the front to take some (crappy) pictures, and my heart started thumping along with the bass line the closer I got to the amps. A moving experience, even for a cynic like me.