Outside, Mister Heavenly's members began to prepare for their set set, and one Michael Cera, star of such hit movies as Youth in Revolt and Superbad, made his way behind the stage. A couple of girls followed him and asked for a picture, but Cera politely declined, saying that they would have to wait until after the show. Nonetheless, the two girls walked away talking about how cute he was.

Now that's star power, people.

It probably helps that Mister Heavenly's music is damn good, not so much because of Cera but thanks to the other well-known musicians at its helm, but it can't hurt that such a well-liked actor is involved, even if it's only as a traveling guest.

Tragic love ballads set to indie-rock melodies make for something of a simple combination that has, at least in the past few years, proven fruitful, and Mister Heavenly capitalized on the crowd's fervor for the genre.

"Everyone please go watch Fat Tony on the inside stage after this," Cera said from the stage, halfway through Heavenly's set. "He is not a violent man."

We appreciated the actor/musician's attempt to support Houston-grown artists. And those who stuck around for Tony's set, Cera included, were not disappointed.

As per usual, Tony quickly drew the crowd into a frenzy with the help of a vocal looper, a squirt gun and his two colleagues, Smash Bro and DJ iPod Ammo. The squirt gun has been making regular appearances onstage with Tony as of late, and no one seems to mind. Who doesn't want to be just a little wet?

Closing out the evening, Washed Out swept up the crowd in its trancey, chillwave while offering something of a light show to close out the evening. Some of WO's music climbs toward a crescendo in the same way a techno beat builds, but there seems to be a lot more to it.

A hush seemed to fall over the entire crowd. It wasn't the kind of music to talk during; it was the kind of music that grabs you and doesn't let go. It wasn't complicated, either. In fact, it was pretty simple. But four or five simple things going on at the same time make for one hell of a final product.

We closed our eyes, allowing the colors of the lights to flash on our eyelids as we took in the music. We didn't bother watching the performers. Instead, we let your ears guide us and got lost in the music.

The rest of Houston seemed to do the same.

Personal Bias: We really, really wanted to talk to Michael Cera about signing on to make that damned Arrested Development movie. We want it, already!

The Crowd: The lawn looked exactly like a music festival's knoll should - puppies, parents, kiddos, jorts, Converse and a wide array of pixie cuts. It helped that it was a little overcast and just windy enough for the humidity to be tolerable.

Overheard In the Crowd: Fifteen-year-old girl to her boyfriend, concerning Michael Cera: "I don't think he's hot, but I'd totally fuck him."

Random Notebook Dump: Between Real Estate and Young Mammals, we made our way inside to answer the call of nature. On the way, we caught Fat Tony napping on a couch. Having never seen him do anything but work, perform and repeat, we were a bit surprised to see him in such a state.