I am sitting in the official SunFest media trailer, right off site of the festival in the Sloan’s parking lot, and the walls are literally shaking from the bass off the Nas/Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley show. It is that loud and booming. And that good.

I have always loved SunFest, in the 7 years or so I’ve been covering it, and I think the Saturday daytime shows are usually the best – they tend to be the fresh new guys or the ’90s acts with the singalong songs. But the fest saved the best for the last day, because without having seen the B-52s or Ben Harper, I wanna call the whole thing for Nas and them.

I mean, I’ve also loved Five For Fighting today, with John Ondrasik doing his beautifully sensitive piano man thing. He’s got, as they say, a beautiful spirit, or at least his music gives that impression. I adore “Superman,” given its memory trigger of 9/11 and struggling to make sense of that insanity, as well as a song he sang about his Mustang, which he painted purple in his Prince-loving high school days and later brought his kid home from the hospital in. And “World”….I’m sobbing over here.

But the reggae/hip-hopaganza over here, which is STILL going strong almost an hour and a half later and rattling my teeth in a good way, is amazing. It’s the moving. It’s the emotion. It’s the fact that THEY ARE STILL GOING. Their new album is called “Nas and Damian “Jr Gong” Marley are Distant Relatives,” and so are hip-hop and reggae. Both borne of a hunger and a social thirst, with an ability to get the people thinking and moving. Beautiful show, even with the…saltiness of the language of Mr. Nasir over there.

Amazing.