If Saturday's crowd at Jazz Fest wasn't record-breaking, it was at least enough to make everything difficult. When Davell Crawford's tribute to Fats Domino ended at 2:45, I started to head toward Congo Square on the track, but it was quickly clear that I was going to be shoulder to shoulder with people all way. After a resigned sigh, I went the other way. The upside? I walked by Astral Project in the Jazz Tent and saw a couple of songs before Jerry Lee Lewis started.