Just as quickly as the ground crew got to work unclogging drains blocked by yet another night of rain, the crowds started guzzling down breakfast beers to refill them. It's Day 3 at P4K, and folks are already looking crispy.

It was just before 1 p.m., but it was sizzling. And the thought on everyone's mind over at the B stage was, "Where the f&*k is Mahjongg [ tickets ]?" Soon, a P4K organizer came out to explain that the delay was out of respect to the parishioners worshipping inside the historic church across the street. This nicety was probably more in deference to the local alderman, and not to the man upstairs. The crowd's patience was rewarded with a bang-up performance from Mahjongg and a somewhat confused and compressed afternoon lineup.

On the last day of P4K, what becomes obvious is that everyone here looks extremely familiar. That's because most of the people here look like your friends, or you, or probably, if you live somewhere cool, your neighbors. Once you get past the fact that you are not the special flower that you thought you were (despite your "Have you hugged a Swede today?" button), you can actually have a little fun with the crowd. Try a game of Memory. Example: match that "Keep East St. Louis" T-shirt at the portable toilets with the one in line for a "not dog."

The Dirty Projectors [ tickets ] seem to be having pretty bad sound problems, not at all helped by Boris [ tickets ]' sound-check distortion on the opposite stage. But Boris has a gong, so they win. They are loud and Japanese and the crowd seems to really enjoy them. Their set marks the first instance of crowdsurfing, which in 2008, seems sort of quaint.

No matter how into music you are, you are bound to have some downtime at P4K. You can cruise Flatstock looking for an original silkscreened poster for that Crystal Castles gig you went to last year. Or you can craft. For years, knitting has been the craft of choice for this group, with needlepoint making impressive gains. But P4K marked the first time since church camp that most people witnessed anyone making lanyards. Can the ironic resurgence of friendship-bracelet knotting be far behind?

The late start at the B stage means that HEALTH and The Apples in Stereo [ tickets ] overlap unintentionally. The former's frantic, glitzy tunelessness provided a striking contrast to the latter's catchy, mature songwriting. If one wanted to get overly analytical, one could say that this moment of Day 3 sort of encapsulates the entire ethos of Pitchfork, the website, as well. Here, HEALTH represents Pitchfork's relentless search for and adulation of the new, the different, the gadget-powered. And Apples in Stereo stands for the site's desire to introduce new fans, as well as remind familiar ones, of the genius of select indie-rock gods. Or one could just chalk it up to scheduling and chug another Sparks.

Yesterday, Tim Harrington, Les Savy Fav [ tickets ]'s frontman, actually gave P4K patrons hair cuts. Today, hair from said haircut(s) was still visible on the ground when LSF took the stage. The performance was both weird and riveting, as expected. A few highlights:

- Tim starts the show in a headband outfitted with a camera, Spandex tights on one leg and a cape.
- Then he ran out into the crowd,
- Spat water on the front row, calling this his "misting system,"
- Commanded the Sears Tower to "come here,"
- Put on a pirate mask that covered his entire head,
- Wore a Sherlock Holmes costume,
- Ran into the crowd again and rolled in the mud
- Threw a tarp over himself and two female fans,
- Smeared mud on his band,
- Changed into a full-body stocking depicting the inner details of the human body,
- And turned piglet-pink in the sun.

Over at the B Stage, King Khan [ tickets ] was up to similar antics. Which is why the later afternoon lineup of M. Ward [ tickets ], Spiritualized [ tickets ] and Bon Iver was so soothing. After so much high-decibel tomfoolery, jangly tunes and soaring vocals played like aural aloe.

Let's just say that Dinosaur Jr.'s aging drummer didn't do himself any favors with regard to the Jumbotron once he removed that shirt of his. That band's still a solid act, though, and they charged up the crowd for Spoon [ tickets ]'s headliner performance. Which started off well enough to lure some of the kids waiting (and waiting) for Cut Copy to bop around. But the middle of Spoon's set just seemed pouty. At least they ended their performance, the night and the festival with some energy, blasting "The Underdog" and "You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb."

But did Spoon play "Chicago At Night"? In Chicago? At night? No. They didn't. Now go home.

And with that, another P4K comes to a close. See you next year!

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