—It takes some fortitude to work a stage while baking in the sun, pondering the paltry and listless crowd and dealing with poorly working ear monitors. But Mike Hadreas is a sport, and during his 40 minute set he fully inhabited his songs with alternating force and vulnerability, finding several release points in numbers like “Queen.” It’s rare that a daytime Outdoor stage performer can hold my attention for very long, but Hadreas seemed to make the punishing sun and passerby chatter disappear. But still: He should have swapped places with the punky indie quartet Parquet Courts and played the more intimate, nearby Gobi Tent, a setting more fitting for his nighttime laments and torch songs.

—Since when did Chet Faker become everyone’s new favorite? Probably when Apple began using his songs in ads. The Australian electronic singer considerably outdrew indie darlings like Perfume Genius and Father John Misty despite the thinness of his material. Also delivering a sleeper set in terms of draw: Alt-J, as the English up-and-comers flooded the Main Stage audience area with a downbeat tone and subtly tuneful songs that don’t typically beckon a Coachella rush. That said, neither one make grimacing music, and in the case of the latter, it felt good seeing a crowd turn out for guitar music and not a trap DJ.

—Techno pioneer Carl Craig dropped a remix of Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams” during his Yuma tent set. I realize you click on posts like these to glean what the writer thinks, but words still fail me. Less bewildered were the various enraptured women and unselfconscious gay men twirling around like Stevie Nicks, giving the room a distinct feel of, well, dreaminess.

—Father John Misty’s got a good thing going—a wicked sense of humor both during and between performed numbers, consistently good (and some great) tunes and a showmanship that’s dramatic and piss-taking all at once. However, after yesterday’s Outdoor stage showing, one complete with an audience-member gimmick that didn’t pay off, it’s probably time someone unafraid of Josh Tillman’s biting wit tell him that he’s dangerously close to favoring the schtick over the songs—like the indie version of the stereotype of a Vegas lounge singer. It’s a riot to watch him at work, but after about 30 or 40 minutes last night, it began to wear a little.

—But yes, Josh Tillman, funny guy. Ditto Mike Hadreas, for that matter. And lets not forget Belle & Sebastian’s Stuart Murdoch, who can turn a phrase and flip one-liners with both wit and charm. He also brought audience members onstage, who all danced along—like the rest of us down below—to “The Boy With the Arab Strap.” The only thing spoiling that moment were the insufferable participants sticking their phones in front of him while he performed for a selfie.

—Jack White didn’t take advantage of his headlining slot to trot out a guest performer (like Robert Plant, who joined him onstage last month), but the former White Stripes frontman remains a force to be reckoned with, as he nearly knocked over a healthy Main Stage crowd like dominos with his forceful catalog of chestnuts—or was it the remarkably loud volume? I’ve never had my porta-potty rattle while a non-techno performer played nearby, but White caused that interesting milestone. He also offered a fantastic update of “Icky Thump” and breathed new life into a song I thought I’d never need hear again, “Seven Nation Army.” Well played, Jack—in every respect.