The press room at this year's Bumbershoot is a real treasure. Sometimes there's a plate of salami and a mountain of cheese cubes. People tend to go wild for the Vitaminwater, it disappears immediately. There was a Dave's Killer Bread Sin Dawg on a plate yesterday that vanished in an instant. Oh, the entire room is also infested with fruit flies. They're absolutely everywhere. I killed one earlier by clapping my hands and accidentally smeared it on my face.
Outside of the press building is a nice patch of grass, on which something called 7 Minutes in Heaven has been happening twice a day. From what I can tell, it is actors pretending to be part of a faux-speed dating activity. There are ten tables or so, but there's usually a crowd around the one that has a person pretending to be crying, usually a woman with mascara running down her face. Sometimes there is a person yelling and pounding their fists on a table. The participants don't seem to be falling in love, it seems more like a speed argument. I'm sorry if this all sounds very confusing, I couldn't really wrap my brains around it myself. Alas, people seem to like it a lot, poking each other and pointing, taking photos and laughing.
I did 350 jumping jacks before leaving the house today, in anticipation of the mountain of shitty food I had planned to eat. Having that goal in mind made the jumping jacks easy, but I'm sure I exceeded the calorie burning while eating my third corn dog. Something I found out that you can do: ask them to re-fry the dog to make it well done. Eat it only with mustard. It's the best.
The crowd for Mudhoney fully exceeded the Sub Pop stage area, people were spilling all the way toward the downward slope of the fountain. Some teens were wildly tossing a football back and forth, sometimes they'd miss a catch and it would bounce into other people. A man ignored the new rule of not having a child on your shoulders by having a child on his shoulders. I asked if I could take their picture during "You Got It (Keep It Outta My Face)." At that moment the child started tugging at his father's sunglasses. Mudhoney's set was blistering and loud, probably the best thing I'll see all weekend. It's nice to be a resident of Seattle and enjoy something that is so historically steeped in Seattle history, all in the shade of the Space Needle.
Laying on the steep decline toward the fountain, a teenager in a Disney T-shirt was rabidly solving a Rubik's Cube. She'd stop every so often to text somebody on her phone and then go back to the Rubik's Cube. In between mouthfuls of cotton candy, Emily Nokes ordered me to interview the teen. I found out that her name is Sarah, she's 16 and she's from Tacoma. She's in town visiting a friend who lives in Ballard who happened to have an extra ticket to the festival. She said she wasn't very interested in a lot of the music, but she liked laying near the fountain listening to Mudhoney (though she just pointed toward the stage and called them that band) and re-solving the cube. When I asked her what the secret was to solving a Rubik's Cube, she said you simply had to memorize the algorithms. "I'm not nearly as creative as I like to think I am," she added. She talked about theoretical mathematics and told me that she'd like to study law in the future, she was the most eloquent teenager I've ever met.
When I returned, Emily asked if I was going to leave her for the teenager. "I don't know," I answered. "Are you buying me another corn dog?"