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At this point Rocks Off is so jaded from mud, rain, bro-dudes, and janky taxi-cab politics that Eddie Vedder himself could be standing before us and we wouldn't know him from Adam Lambert. As Willem Dafoe said in Platoon "The worm has turned for you, my friend."
Yesterday was a barrage of little bitty stinging rain, big ol' fat rain, and sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. With the rain came mud, starting with sporadic puddles of the goop until it became a full-on headlining act apart from the music. During afternoon sets by Bon Iver, Flogging Molly, and Grizzly Bear, crowds got involuntary showers. Across the park grounds all one would see were a blanket of umbrellas and garsig-colored panchos. Rocks Off stupidly wore a cotton hoodie that became more of a second moist skin than comfort item.
More photos of the mud-induced chaos are below.
