Every morning, I pull on new pants
So I had a pretty great time at Bumbershoot, which, for those who don't know, is this huge Labor Day music and arts festival up in here. Not only did I see Deerhoof, Badly Drawn Boy, New Pornographers, SPOON, Blue Scholars, and KANYE, but I took in a couple literary and comedic events. Suffice to say, some incredibly important things happened.
1) I went to see Chuck Palahniuk and Charles Burns speak. At one point, Chuck relates a story in which the staff at a Chicago book signing get pissed at him for telling "the heating pad story," which involves child masturbation. So he's all, "I guess I better clean up my act," and opens up some luggage he has with him. "Can Charles come back and help me out?" he asks. Then the two of them start flinging tiny bottles of Wild Turkey and Jack Daniels into the audience. Then he's all, "By the way, if you're under 21 and you got one of those, you're breaking the law." I split a Jack Daniels.
2) Saturday and Sunday I went to Trapped in the Closet, which is basically a Best Week Ever-type live rip on the R. Kelly hip-hopera, of which they actually play six episodes. I went to both shows because they had a rotating panel, but Saturday was undeniably better--it featured Dana Gould, David Cross (though in warped voice only), and one Horatio Sanz. Also I saw Zach Galifinakis and Rob Huebel just puttering around.
3) During Spoon (which was awesome in its own right), Britt Daniels is like, "We want to make sure you understand the words on this one, so we have some one to do interpretation for the hearing impaired." Then who should waltz on stage but David Cross (in the flesh), Tobias Funke himself. Spoon starts playing "A Beast and Dragon, Adored" and David Cross starts doing ridiculous hand signals, tipping his hat, jumping around, humping the ground. Then he turns around, unzips his fly, and just drops trou. I was maybe back ten rows of people, so I got a very good view of the whole thing. That's right, I saw David Cross' ass.
PS What's with people saying Bumbershoot is too expensive? I got two early tickets, and for $25 a day I saw multiple bands that would've charged me that amount by themselves. I don't even want to think about what people might pay to see an actual Kanye show. Shit, even $30 at the gate is reasonable if you know anything about music, comedy, or books.
ALSO:
I leave tomorrow night at midnight. This means two things: if you're in Seattle and missed me, you have a thin sliver of time in which to contact me. If you're in Boston, you should probably take off your shoes or something. I mean, it's just dangerous to be wearing shoes when you get your socks knocked off. Just, better safe than sorry.
1) I went to see Chuck Palahniuk and Charles Burns speak. At one point, Chuck relates a story in which the staff at a Chicago book signing get pissed at him for telling "the heating pad story," which involves child masturbation. So he's all, "I guess I better clean up my act," and opens up some luggage he has with him. "Can Charles come back and help me out?" he asks. Then the two of them start flinging tiny bottles of Wild Turkey and Jack Daniels into the audience. Then he's all, "By the way, if you're under 21 and you got one of those, you're breaking the law." I split a Jack Daniels.
2) Saturday and Sunday I went to Trapped in the Closet, which is basically a Best Week Ever-type live rip on the R. Kelly hip-hopera, of which they actually play six episodes. I went to both shows because they had a rotating panel, but Saturday was undeniably better--it featured Dana Gould, David Cross (though in warped voice only), and one Horatio Sanz. Also I saw Zach Galifinakis and Rob Huebel just puttering around.
3) During Spoon (which was awesome in its own right), Britt Daniels is like, "We want to make sure you understand the words on this one, so we have some one to do interpretation for the hearing impaired." Then who should waltz on stage but David Cross (in the flesh), Tobias Funke himself. Spoon starts playing "A Beast and Dragon, Adored" and David Cross starts doing ridiculous hand signals, tipping his hat, jumping around, humping the ground. Then he turns around, unzips his fly, and just drops trou. I was maybe back ten rows of people, so I got a very good view of the whole thing. That's right, I saw David Cross' ass.
PS What's with people saying Bumbershoot is too expensive? I got two early tickets, and for $25 a day I saw multiple bands that would've charged me that amount by themselves. I don't even want to think about what people might pay to see an actual Kanye show. Shit, even $30 at the gate is reasonable if you know anything about music, comedy, or books.
ALSO:
I leave tomorrow night at midnight. This means two things: if you're in Seattle and missed me, you have a thin sliver of time in which to contact me. If you're in Boston, you should probably take off your shoes or something. I mean, it's just dangerous to be wearing shoes when you get your socks knocked off. Just, better safe than sorry.