Who: Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
When: 7:30 p.m.
Where: Broad Street Stage
This is a band that had a lot of fans at Bumbershoot, many of whom were young and hipster-y and all of whom showed up early--as in before the previous set, an impressive neo-soul offering from Jamie Lidell, even ended. And while Edward Sharpe is actually the messianic figure frontman Alex Ebert (his actual name) created for a book he was writing, his appearance as some sort of wonderful strung-out Jesus was completely convincing. Stomping around in his bare feet and frayed jeans--that quickly became the only thing he was wearing--Ebert wasted no time hopping down from the stage and into the crowd that adored him. The entire set carried an undeniably good vibe--there was a babe-in-arms on stage, for chrissake--and the band did everything I had hoped they would. The crowd was wild, giving their energy out and getting it back from the stage tenfold. And as the full-bodied set closed with summer anthem "Home," I came to a realization: now that I've heard the song live, I don't think I'll be able to get it out of my head for a good long while. And I'm just fine with that.