The Mighty Mighty Bosstones set was a good transition into the final four bands. It came at the point in the day when the sun was starting to go down and it featured some real good color. I want to say that the Mighty Mighty Bosstones were also the first band that featured a dedicated skanker on the stage.

There was the point when the Natty Boh man - who fit right in with his dapper suit - came out and danced with the band during 1-2-8.

It was a little embarassing, though, when singer Dicky Barrett acted bewildered at the presence of Mr. Boh, asking if he was in a Pringles commercial. And that faux pas came shortly after he proclaimed that the band was from Boston, but loved Baltimore. Tsk, tsk.

It was pretty classy of them to dedicate Don't Worry Desmond Dekker to Josh Burdette, the well-known manager and bouncer at the 9:30 Club who died in early September.

Tim Brennan from the Dropkick Murphys joined in on The Daylights.

Highlights: The Rascal King, The Daylights, 1-2-8, Where'd You Go?, You Gotta Go!, The Impression That I Get

The Gaslight Anthem

"Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you."

I'm not especially familiar with this The Gaslight Anthem, but I have heard that they are a festival favorite. I liked singer Brian Fallon's throaty vocals. I kind of wanted them to cover Serve the Servants by Nirvana.

This was the time in the festival when my fellow festival-goer Meg and I succumbed to gravity and sat down in the grass. While we sat though, others were just getting warmed up. I began to notice folks skipping, strutting and performing exhibition yoga. There was also a guy with a paisley handkercheif the size of a bathtowel channeling Will Ferrell from Old School.

There was a really touching moment during this set when two injured vets, one in a wheelchair and one on a prosthetic leg, passed each other, exchanged a knowing look and chatted for a moment before hugging and moving on.

Highlights: Great Expectations

Clutch

"Why you gotta run so hot?"

Truth be told, I'm kind of a metal guy. In fact, I wish I had the foresight to wrangle a press pass for the Maryland Deathfest back in May. That said, Clutch was probably the act that I was most looking forward to seeing. The boys, based out of Germantown, referred to the festival as a neighborhood gig, and satisfied their fans with a representative sampling of their trademark muddy, sludgey, bluesy Southern rock.

Singer Neil Fallon is really good at emoting and gesturing during his performances, at times resembling a preacher or dictator at the podium.

The Clutch set also featured a nice variety of peripheral instruments, such as harmonicas, cowbells and clapping.