D’Angelo’s set was supposed to be from 2-3:30 AM, but at some point yesterday the schedule got moved up. He’d be on at 1, which meant Slayer got moved up all the way to 10 PM from their initial slot of midnight, which sucked because by the time I found this out, it was too late to catch much of anything of Slayer. Even after being moved up an hour, D’Angelo came on almost forty minutes late, which seems about right. This is D’Angelo: It still sort of feels like an unreality of sorts, a small-time miracle, or at the very least an Event, that this guy shows up onstage in front of you at all in 2015. You cultivate a certain kind of gravitas when you disappear for a very long time and then, after forever but out of nowhere, you drop one of the most acclaimed records of 2014. And standing on a stage too small for his mystique, D’Angelo cultivated that charisma last night, playing to a crowd smaller than that which bled out from the SuperJam a tent over, but was still packed in, paying rapt attention to every sinewy groove he and his band cranked out. (That band, the Vanguard, is incredibly tight, by the way.) D’Angelo swapped between a few incredible outfits over the night — winding up in a kind of high-fashion poncho that was black with white trim, a black hat, and black leather fingerless gloves. He didn’t look like anyone else on this planet, and for most of the night he didn’t sound like anyone else, either. It might not have been as worldview-shaking/-reorienting as seeing Nick Cave in the same place at the same time on Saturday night at last year’s Bonnaroo, but it was its own singular experience, too, a redemptive late-night set for a day of Bonnaroo plagued by a dud of a headliner.