Last year, for the first and only time, I had access to the T-G’s press tickets for one day of Bonnaroo. But I chickened out at the last minute. It’s not that I wasn’t curious about going, it’s that I didn’t want to go by myself, and the day I’d been stuck with didn’t really have anyone I was really and truly passionate about seeing.

This year, the T-G let Bonnaroo slip through the cracks and didn’t apply for press credentials. If we had, I would have dearly loved to have been there Friday, for two reasons: Conan O’Brien, who brought his “Legally Prohibited From Being On Television” stage show, and Kings of Leon, who were the Friday headliners and, by all accounts, delivered a phenomenal performance. I used to have “Use Somebody” as my ringtone, and I’d have loved to have seen my fellow PKs live and in person.

SPIN magazine reported it thusly: “The Kings, who started at Bonnaroo in a small tent in 2004, now rule the compound. Jay-Z and Stevie Wonder may be playing today, but this is the Kings’ castle. ”

For that matter, I would have loved to see Steve Martin in his bluegrass set.