As the bus rumbled along over the bridge, passengers' necks turned and twisted, fingers clicked camera buttons and pictures of the Bay were captured on tiny screens. The bus took a turn away from the other traffic, leaving the cityscape in the background. An island that seemed small and quiet in the distance grew as the bus neared. The doors swung open to a rush of people. An amplified voice shot through the air. Under a towering gate through turnstiles a world of treasure opened up. Musical treasures.

The Treasure Island Music Festival entered its third running on October 17th, 2009. The small island neighborhood of San Francisco welcomed attendees from all over to come enjoy the pleasantries of Electronica, Indie Rock and Hip Hop music. San Francisco turned out its youth, their drugs, the city's good food, and a typical transportation circus act.

Some of the big names belting tunes that day were MGMT, MSTRKRFT, Girl Talk, Passion Pit, Brazilian Girls and Dan Deacon. The various musical styles brought together a plentiful mix that was sure to fill any ailing musical belly.

Deacon, an electronic musician from New York, brought the jams while the sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky. Along with a 12-piece ensemble backing him up, he worked a plethora of musical devices with vines of wires wrapping and winding in every direction to create spaz-tastic, ever changing sounds. Deacon had no trouble getting the crowd moving with many demands of audience participation. He opened up circles in the crowd for a Sassy Dance Contest, with team leaders designated by Deacon ("Guy with red glasses!") There were rules too. "Rule #1: Be sassy as fuck," Deacon dictated to the dance party.

As the sky rusted over into an ever-deeper hue, the headliners stepped up. The atmosphere took on a more rave-like quality, with the signs of recreational drugs and alcohol use becoming more obvious. Some people crashed from a long day of rocking out, taking to the blankets or grass and lying down under the stars to listen and regain their energy.

On the stage next to the colorfully lit Ferris wheel, Gregg Gillis, also known as Girl Talk, wielded duel laptops and dropped tune-filled bombs of copyright infringement on a youthful crowd of bright colors and painted faces. Red lights, grass blowers spewing toilet paper, and go-go dancers picked from the crowd accompanied Gillis on stage as he mashed up old and new nostalgic songs with a roaring stage performance.

MGMT was the last stage act, and after playing their powerful folktronic hits such as "Kids" early in their set, so began the mass migration of people. They flooded through rows of gates, to shiny black Bauer limousine buses that were sending riders back to AT&T Park. Others walked the perimeter of the festival grounds in search of Muni bus stops to stuff into and flee the island for the night in order to do it all again Sunday.