There's a sausage stand at Bumbershoot that is selling a gargantuan block of french fries, the lines for which increased exponentially throughout the day Saturday. Our picture of said block didn't work out, but imagine a three-dimensional brick of fries, like if you had a few hundred of the them you coulld build a french fry igloo. It's an excessive amount of fries.

Blondie

We're not sure Debbie Harry's outift yesterday was a function of her age. Sometimes as rock stars get older their cultural radar tends to go from high-functioning, to mediocre to 'on the fritz', but we don't think Debbie Harry's day-glo outfit can be explained in that way. The day-glo outfit is something she always would have worn, even in her prime, had the technology necessary to create the color existed. She looked like a skier from the 80's or a fishing lure, or, as Seattlest Donte commented during the show, a highlighter. Outfit aside, she put on a fantastic show.

Daylight Basement
Meh. This afternoon show in the Sky Church was ok. Seattlest loved Bre when she fronted Kuma and we're not sure exactly what happened to that band, but we're not convinced that Daylight Basement is better, even though we've been led to believe that Bre and this new band full of people from other bands that you've heard of before was somehow better than Kuma. Not so, it turns out. The show was ok and unlike a lot of stuff that gets shown indoors it probably could have worked on one of the smaller outdoor stages.

Deerhoof

Is this a new thing? When you go into a show in the Exhibition Hall you have to sit on the floor in front of the stage before the music starts. We went in there and everyone was sitting and we just thought they were sitting because they were tired and it was later in the day. "Sit down, man," a security type told us, "Sit down until the show starts." We also heard one shout, "Hey, no running." Are we in our 30s at a Deerhoof show or are we eight years old again at the public pool. The band comes on stage and everyone rises and walks forward about twenty steps. We've seen a few Deerhoof shows in the past and know they're difficult. There's always a tension within Seattlest at a Deerhoof show between the side of us that is convinced, "this is the worst crap we have ever heard," and the other, "this is brilliant," side. The drummer is the thing in this band. He's crazy. The first time he hit a drum on Saturday he practically launched himself from the roof of the Exhibition Hall and put a stick straight through his snare's head. "I just bought this yesterday in Portland," he complained. Ha, ha, Portland, your drum heads suck. More conflict localized within the drummer himself. He's incredible. The sheer force of his blows go a long way towards glossing over the fact that he often plays like he's the only guy on stage or that he can't keep time. We like to call the music that Deerhoof plays "Accidental Art Rock."