We rolled out of bed around eleven, and it took awhile for me to convince myself not to buy the eight-dollar nachos from Room Service just to order something from room service.....those nachos had better be damn good. We ended up walking over to Dick's burger joint for breakfast before checking out Bumbershoot.
First, we wandered around the booths a bit, Chris rode one of those crazy bicycle contraptions. We checked out the latter half of some wierd Indie flick, and then a very well-done movie from Sweden; both were part of Seattle's independent film festival.
A Cuban-style jazz band was rockin the Esurance stage when we got back, great Salsa music. When their set finished, we headed over to the art exhibits at the San Juan rooms and found a very cool urban art expo with tons of amazing spray work and miscellanea. They were also playing great music, and it was air-conditioned :)
Next, we finally found the auditorium we were looking for, just in time to see Christa Bell (really, her poetry only makes sense if you have a vagina...). She opened for Buddy Wakefield, an amazing poet from the east coast, and then Sage Francis, who was also awesome.
When we got back to Bumbrella, Barrington Levy was playing some sweet classic reggae. After that, we went back to the hotel for awhile before going back that evening. Around 8:30, we went over to the Vau de Vire stage to see some fire dancing and a short guy with a metal cube (way cooler than it sounds, trust me). Zapmamá was on next, with all their crazy Belgian-African-Latin fusion and energy. They got everyone moving and probably moved through about twenty different genres in their hour-long show. It was a good night.
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