bumberbuns recap

Waking up at 9:30 on Sunday the 6th was do-able. Bacon/eggs/mimosa breakfast was compelling. Piling 14 people in the van with all our gear was fun challenging. Driving said van into the Seattle Center underneath the space needle was exciting.

Doing all this under fire from torrential sheets of pouring rain– we’re talking biblical proportions here– was hell. I think it was this sense of despair, having worked so hard to arrive to where we were, that made the day for us.

Stage-crew were using telescopic poles to prod the piling water off the “roof” of the stage. With loud “whooshing” sounds, the gathering ponds above our heads would come down like we were on that hollywood back lot where that one scene from the perfect storm was filmed. It was really terrible. I was soaked when I stepped out from the warm/dry/steamy confines of the van. My shoes were making small pathetic suction sounds as we sogged around moving gear and desperately smoking cigarettes.

So when we actually got up on stage to sound-check and the rain was slowing down, there was a glimmer of hope. When we looked over the fence behind us and saw hundreds of folks sogging along as sadly and triumphantly as we thought we were, waiting in line to enter Bumbershoot, our spirits were brightened.

When we started playing, and were greeted by a humble sea lake of smiling/wet/sad/triumphant/nimble faces, it was a feeling of elation.

So thank you, bumbershooters, for being triumphant. And thank you, Steve Pool, for making the sun come out.

There are some great photos of that morning– I would love to throw them up here when I get my hands on em.

Also big ups to the drum corps:
Sean Lane
Kyle Bradford
Chris Mansfield
Victor Olavarria

And the ladies who threw stuffs:
Cassandra Hodge
Shelby Alexander
Cammi
Larissa Anderson

Update! photos are now online on facebook!

wetness

xoxo
p