The ball square jam knocked me out...mushies hit the bottom of my tummy after a wonderful 3rd set (though i still wonder what happened to that tweezer...) and hysterical boccie ball games.
i fainted about 1/4 of the way through the experiment. once moving to the outskirts, i was now on the ground. i had to lay on the grass to collect my face for a long while. a patient fan and her bf nursed me back to health and sent me on my way with a small gatorade and an encouraging dap... i'm not sure how i feel about the memory but i will always remember it as the only time music literally knocked me on my ass. that has to count for something