But Where's Helen Hunt?

How I Quit Crack, Vulgar Fashion, AV the Great and More From Saturday Night at 35 Denton.

By now, most of you by now have read, tweeted or overheard about what happened in Denton last night. Some quick background for those of you still not in the know: Basically, an apocalypse-like storm descended upon the city and rudely interrupted Day Three of 35 Denton 2013, forcing organizers to act quickly and bring main stage performers indoors.

Cut to the scene outside The Hive at close to 6 p.m., as nearly a thousand festivalgoers lined up, seeking refuge in the newly constructed and massive warehouse space.

“Where's Helen Hunt?” screamed one festivalgoer waiting in line at the Hive. It wasn't a complete non sequitur: The sky seriously did look as if it had been taken straight out of the classic 1996 weather-centered film, Twister.

I digress.

Seeing as how Rainpocalyspe delayed the main stage performances and how Solange's somehow managed to not start until an hour after her rescheduled time, the remainder of the night was a fairly confusing one. Some venues were sticking true to their earlier-published schedules. Other venues were just freestyling.

But at Hailey's, How I Quit Crack actually did start as scheduled, playing to a modest crowd as they kicked off the night in that venue. It was a visually intensive display, too, as Austin's Tina Forbis mixed smooth beats with distortions and her own sincere and lush-like vocals. She looked the ethereal part, too, her face covered in neon war paint and her head topped with a glow-in-the-dark floral crown. And, well, it kind of had to be like this: Forbis sat down for her entire performance.

Next, Vulgar Fashion's set started fashionably late. Maybe the band was just waiting for the crowds to pack in? Tough to say, but, as the duo's set wore on, those crowds came and watched on as vocalist Julie McKendrick jumped into the crowd as fake blood dripped down her face.

Over at Andy's, Denton rapper AV the Great played to a packed house that even featured a line of nearly 30 people waiting outside. Inside, fans saw a charming display, with AV at one point inviting a boy nicknamed X-Man to dance with him on stage. The kid had some nice moves, too, even getting the Andy's crowd to chant his name. His moment in the spotlight was but a brief one, though. Before long, X-Man's mother called curfew and took the young dancer home.

Down the road a bit, attendance was relatively low at The Labb for the set performed by Brooklyn-based post-punk outfit Hunters. And even those in attendance seemed disinterested, appearing more concerned with drinking than listening. Shame: Hunters' boy/girl harmonies and blazing electric guitar riffs were pretty legit.

Across the street at Banter, local indie-pop rock songstress Jessie Frye had a better turnout. And, no doubt, hers was a happier crowd, too. Sure, Frye's set pleased well enough. But the fact that fans could watch her set while sitting in one of the coffee shops many chairs was a blessing for everyone's overworked feet, too.

Good news, then, for the foot-weary: With Night Three done, 35 Denton's last hurrah comes today.