At the Other Tent, Medeski Martin & Wood let loose their disjointed, futuristic, and ultimately traditional improvisational jazz stylings for a smaller and more chilled out crowd. "There's really nobody else here like them this year," says Tom Long, a 25-year-old bartender from Philadelphia. "Two years ago there was more jazzy stuff."

Welcome to Sunday afternoon of Bonnaroo. Just as any other lazy weekend morning, fans like to wake up slow and ease into the day, especially after recovering from the infamously raucous late night performances on Saturday.

The oddly-named Deadboy and the Elephantmen brought the rock Sunday afternoon to heat-weary Bonnaroo-goers needing a bit of a jam reprieve. Introduced as "a rockin' band," the usual duo appeared as a trio, dropping the hippie vibe in favor of more bluesy, straight forward, garage-style rock'n'roll.

The Streets gave a performance that was, for anyone who wanted something other than a jam band or the current crop of mainstream hip-hop, refreshing. "We are here to inject a little bit of life into the three days that you've been here," Skinner said onstage.

Spin's Peter Gaston rocked the airwaves this afternoon with a show on Radio Bonnaroo, broadcasting live on 101.5 FM here in Manchester, Tenn., and over the internet from bonnaroo.com.

Sunday's crowd at Bonnaroo was treated to two separate performances by Hasidic reggae phenomenon Matisyahu. After a brief, late morning sprinkle of rain, Matisyahu played a slower, more otherworldly set at the small-but-mighty Sonic Stage -- Spin's next door neighbor on the festival grounds.

The name inevitably says it all. To mark Bonnaroo's halfway point, self-made sensations Clap Your Hands Say Yeah were welcomed to the stage by an audience of anxious, beckoning fans via the infamous "slow clap." Nineteen-year-old Maria Baetti of Atlanta, Georgia was content to see the band, but felt the initial electricity just wasn’t there.

The festival's first full day delivered two things in mass quantities: solid rock sets and steamy temperatures. So as Ben Folds and Death Cab for Cutie made love to the masses on the Which Stage, others sought refuge in Bonnaroo's gigantic fountain or through pastoral recreational activities on the vast lawns.

Green and clear plastic bags dangle sporadically from car doors and tent canopies across the many campgrounds at Bonnaroo, but they're not a copied attempt at camp designation. Music festivals generate more than memories and sweet, sweet sounds. They create garbage, and loads of it.

Alec Ounsworth of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah treated the Bonnaroo press corps to a solo acoustic performance, and calling it "intimate" should seem redundant. It isn't, and simply looking at directly his face seemed intrusive (to say nothing of the cameras, notebooks and tape recorders, which seemed monstrous).