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	<span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wwoz/2975269225/">Grace Potter</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/wwoz/">WWOZ.org 90.7 FM New Orleans, LA</a>.</span>
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	Just after the B3 meltdown
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After Erykah, I set out for a bit of Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. Their set was smokin' - literally. Potter's keyboard were actually smoking. Their set had been apparently riddled with tech issues, but that didn't stop them from cranking out some of the meanest blues jams I've heard in a while. Busted amps and blown keyboards - nothing could slow them down. Each mishap seemed to add fuel to their fire. Their set was pure festival lore - raw, raucous, sexy, and dangerous - easily the best of the day.