Just something amusing — just got back from getting breakfast and batteries for my camera. Turns out the drugtstore has to store Lithium batteries behind the counter because they can be broken open and used in the production of crystal meth. Bizarre.
On my way into the Center, I stopped off at the blues stage for a moment. The Northwest Connection Community Choir was performing — good gospel music. Got one picture, but then they went from uptempo, soulful, hand-clapping gospel to a slower devotional tune, and I wandered off again.
Now I’m sitting in the balcony at the opera house. There’s a comedy/revue performance that looked interesting — the Madcap Cabaret, with Kevin Kent (drag queen and MC for the show), Bill Dana (comedian), Kiki & Herb (drag cabaret and musical comedy), and the Tiger Lillies (Gothic folk trio — whatever that is). Should be starting soon — it’s about 15 minutes past showtime, and the natives are getting restless.
Kiki & Herb are in their encore now. I can’t really say that I’m impressed, though from the sound of the crowd on the main floor, I may be in the minority. Loud and obnoxious, for the most part, and not much of the humor has really been that funny, though there is an occasional laugh. Not something I’d ever pay to see again, though.
Kevin Kent’s MC’ing isn’t bad, if it weren’t for the ultra-annoying falsetto voice he uses for his “Cookie” persona. He’s back on now — Kiki & Herb finally finished up.
At least the opening act was good. Bill Dana’s a comedian who is most famous for his Jose Jiminez character. His section started with an ‘interview’ between Jose and Cookie — quite amusing.
“This says you were a doctor.”
“Yes, I was a Geneologist.”
“Oh, my notes say you were a Gynecologist — a Geneologist is someone who looks up people’s backgrounds.”
[Pause…] “Wasn’t my way of saying it nicer?”
He went on for a bit, then Cookie introduced Kiki & Herb.
Right now we’re waiting for the Tiger Lillies — apparently there’s some sort of sound problem with the accordion. Cookie had spent the stage change time wandering through the audience and thoroughly embarassing a young man named Adam. He took it pretty well, though. When they were given the okay the Tiger Lillies came onstage — and discovered the accordion glitch. Hopefully this won’t take too long. It’s already 3pm, and this show is scheduled to end at 3:30pm. If it takes too much longer I may take off — Taj Mahal starts in the stadium at 4pm.
I gave up waiting for the Tiger Lillies to get started — aside from an announcemnt over the intercom apologizing, no apparent action had taken place by the time I left. Grabbed some pizza on my way to the stadium, then found myself an open spot on the field just as Taj Mahal & the Phantom Blues Band was coming on stage. Just a couple minutes later, I realized that Casey, Jen, Tim, and someone else were sitting just about 20 feet in front of me, so I moved up and am sitting with them.
The sun finally came out while I was in the opera house, too. What started out looking like a grey, drizzly day has turned into another gorgeous late summer day. I just know I’m going to get a bit sunburned again after this weekend.
More pot smoke drifting through the air. Pity I don’t like being stoned, since I’ve always liked that smell.
Well, I’m a little dumb (maybe it was that pot smoke?), but it’s not all bad. I forgot which stage I was aiming for and ended up at the rhythm stage, where WOFA is doing traditional African drumming. Got a picture of them and of the finished Bob Marley painting, but now I want to head over to the blues stage for the Zydeco band I was actually aiming for.
Good, good Zydeco. C. J. Chenier and the Red Hot Louisiana Band — thought about picking up a CD, but I’ve spent way too much this weekend as it is, so I’ll look into it later. I’d also like to pick up one of the Bumbershoot shirts — will check their website soon to see what they’re not sold out of.
Back at my usual spot in the bowl of the fountain again. Some momo just dropped his pipe — a nice glass one, too. It didn’t break, but he did lose his bowl as it bounced down the slope. He didn’t seem to thrilled.
I’ve got roughly an hour to kill before Nikol Collars, the last artist I’ve got marked as a possibility for today. I’m thinking I’ll go ahead and head home after her. Since i’ve been here all weekend long I haven’t had a chance to do laundry yet, which would be a good idea before the work week kicks in.
This has been a hell of a weekend, though. Managed to hit most of the shows I wanted to see, and enjoyed everything except that Kiki & Herb cabaret this afternoon. One sub-par show over four days isn’t bad at all, though. Definitely need to thank Kevin again for the ticket when I get a chance.
Just ran into Ogre (the doorman for local goth/industrial club The Vogue, who Chad and Dez introduced me to when I first got to town), his wife Mickey, and a couple friends of theirs, Adam (?) and…well, a lady whose name I can’t remember. Chatted with them for a few minutes, then headed over to the northwest court stage for Nikol Collars.
Unfortunately, Nikol has apparently cancelled. Nina Hynes is playing instead, which is fine — I’d had one of her shows marked as a possibility earlier in the weekend and hadn’t made it. Guess I get a second chance.
I’m sitting at the bus stop to go home now. Nina was good, and very pretty — pretty girl, pretty voice, and pretty songs — but a bit more mellow than I was really hoping for. Watched about half an hour or so, then wandered off. Swung by the fountain to sit and check my schedule to make sure there wasn’t anything else that I really wanted to catch, and since there wasn’t, I figured it was a good time to head out.
So that was my Labor Day/Bumbershoot weekend. Not bad, not bad at all. This journal (and eventual post on my webpage) can’t even come close to capturing everything that went on, or even everything I saw and heard, but I tried to get as much as I could down. Very cool — going back into the workaday week tomorrow is going to seem almost depressingly mundane, I think.
Interesting — there’s a guy on the opposite corner of the intersection with a boombox, just jamming out to whatever’s on the radio — and he just switched it from buttrock to madrigals. Interesting combination, that’s for sure. As long as he’s happy, I guess.
