Calvin Harris' music is massive and cinematic, and his set sounded and looked like money. He was, after all, the highest-paid DJ of 2013, and Sunday night a packed crowd screamed along to hits as if they had been waiting all weekend to hear them. Harris seemed take cues from the stars he produces, indulging in the kind of stage excess (flames, fireworks, you know the rest) that made you temporarily forget you were dancing on a parking lot over a swamp in Jersey. Love in a hopeless place, indeed. B.S.