Three days, dozens of bands, liters of water, a few beers, a brat or two to eat, and, almost universally, an unforgettable experience. As the local radio DJs constantly reminded all weekend long, Chicago was indeed the center of the rock universe for these three days in August. On the final day, we asked fans about their favorite Lollapalooza '06 memories.

Just when it seemed like everyone (honestly, everyone) at Lollapalooza was there just to see Gnarls Barkley's set, hometown Chicago boys the Smoking Popes stole some of Gnarls' thunder by leaving the tricks at home and playing nothing more than the straight-up rock that made the Popes so beloved on the Chicago pop-punk circuit in the mid-'90s.

Carl Newman has sky-high expectations for his set: Indie pop supergroup the New Pornographers are whipping a crowd of hundreds into a musical frenzy, and all he can think about is whether or not there is a Jumbotron.

A field-blanketing crowd welcomed Gnarls Barkley, unsure of what the producer/MC duo had to offer when they weren't going "Crazy." For Coheed and Cambria fans, the big question was what the singer's face looked like behind all that hair. Others were curious about one thing: Who is Elvis Perkins? It was just another Saturday of surprises here at Lollapalooza.

There's definitely no dress code at Lollapalooza. Concert kids dodge the 80-degree heat, their own sweat, and other's beer cups while still trying to look cute enough to convince themselves that Kanye West or Leslie Feist will want to sleep with them.

Underneath Chicago's red-hot sun, stages blazed with some white-hot music. White, literally, as spunky female MC and self-proclaimed "white midget" Lady Sovereign gave audiences something to mosh about while Jack White and his new band, the Raconteurs, proved they're worth being talked about.

While Jack White and his Raconteurs were busy covering Gnarls Barkley's summer barnburner, "Crazy," the "older" festival-goers -- the people who were old enough to remember the first Lollapalooza in 1991 -- crept away from the crowd of college students to get a good spot for a band that's been around almost as long as Jack White's been alive: the Violent Femmes.

Lollapalooza 2006 claimed its first band member on Saturday afternoon, when Be Your Own Pet's lead singer succumbed to the heat at the end of their spastic performance. "I just puked," teenage wunderkind Jemina Pearl confessed to the audience.

Sure, Lollapalooza has found a home in the Windy City, but with this year's star-studded lineup and absolutely gorgeous weather, it's no shock to meet people from all across the country, and all around the world while traipsing the festival grounds. Enjoy the first part of our festival faces gallery, and meet some of our newest pals in Grant Park.

Loretta Peterson, 43, an administrative assistant from Lake Zurich, Illinois, sipped a beer feet away from an enormous speaker blasting the music of British power-poppers the Subways. Despite the blazing sunlight and music loud enough to make even the most die-hard rock fans put in earplugs, Peterson seems unfazed.