Dirty hippies. Bonnaroo still has 'em, but the fest has evolved into much more than a hemp-centric jam-band gathering since debuting in 2002.

Dirty hippies. Bonnaroo still has 'em, but the fest has evolved into much more than a hemp-centric jam-band gathering since debuting in 2002.

In fact, besides Phish and moe., very little fit the Bonnaroo stereotype in a lineup that ranged from Del McCoury to Dillinger Escape Plan to Raphael Saadiq last weekend in Manchester, Tennessee.

If the music was shockingly diverse, everything else lived up to expectations. Outside festival grounds, rows of cars, tents and port-a-potties gave way to aisles of vendors hawking drug paraphernalia, Grateful Dead T-shirts and munchies galore.

Inside was more corporate - like the Fuse-sponsored phone charging station/live karaoke barn - but the hippie stuff persisted. One headphone-clad group grooved at the Silent Disco; another practiced yoga to the Flaming Lips' "Do You Realize??"

Rain on Thursday made for muddy feet all weekend as fans shuffled between stages named What and Which and tents dubbed This, That and The Other.

Some superlatives from my three-and-a-half days:

Best pure entertainer: Al Green. I couldn't name a song by the soul legend besides "Let's Stay Together," but familiarity was no prerequisite. Still jovial and sprightly at age 63, Green rendered indie rock irrelevant as he tossed roses to the crowd and hit unfathomably high notes.

Runner-up: Murs, whose opening-night set was everything a rap show should be - clever, funny, engaging, enthusiastic.

Biggest disappointment: Had I realized Nine Inch Nails' 1 a.m. set was billed as their last on U.S. soil, I would have stuck around for more than a few songs rather than witness MGMT's overhyped, underwhelming late-night gig. Trent Reznor could teach those neo-hippies a thing or two about sounding monstrous on stage.

Runner-up: Animal Collective's half-hearted run through "My Girls" seemed almost calculated in its mediocrity.

Most personally satisfying: After a series of Saturday frustrations, Wilco raised my spirits. In nine times seeing the band, they've never made me so joyous as when they nailed "Misunderstood."

Runner-up: I was obsessed with Phoenix's last album, but they delivered a lackluster set at Little Brother's in 2006. Now I'm hung up on Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, and they validated my fixation by wowing a crowd that was mostly just waiting to dance to Girl Talk.

Most surreal: Of Montreal's set featured feathery band costumes, powdery nymph creatures and a gas-mask-clad family opening up poisonous Christmas presents, all before the first song was over.

Runner-up: Crystal Castles vocalist Alice Glass sat on my head as surging crowds caused me to fear for my life.

Best buzz band: Chairlift proved they have a sense of humor, while Hockey was simply laughable. Grizzly Bear left me swooning, Passion Pit left me shrugging and Dirty Projectors did justice to their striking new Bitte Orca.

But nothing topped Bon Iver's glorious communal conclusion to "The Wolves," a massive singalong that seemed neither forced nor hokey.

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