Bumbershoot 2010: Day One

Bumbershoot is always awesome. But it totally makes your feet hurt. It also makes your head hurt with its dizzying amount of bands, exhibits, comedians, authors, daredevils, vendors and on and on. We bounced like a pinball between the tens of thousands of attendees on day one and what seemed like the tens of thousands of bands, which culminated with a main stage performance from Bob Dylan.

We started our day with a trip to the KEXP Music Lounge, where acts from each day play a smaller, more intimate show for patrons in the know as well as those listening to the live broadcast. Here’s what today’s lineup looked like:

We checked out Justin Townes Earle, son of Steve, and namesake of Townes Van Zandt, who played the station’s second set of the day. “How ya’ll doin’?,” the singer-songwriter asked the small crowd as he began his set of twangy Americana at 1:15 p.m. “It’s too early.”

Earle said he’d be playing a secret show at the Tractor Tavern tomorrow under the name Alabama Finger Bang. Memo to Justin: If you tell the crowd about a secret show, it isn’t secret.

Rather than pressing his backstage pass onto the front of his shirt, JTE opts instead to keep it in his front shirt pocket. His mustache, however, he sports proudly above his upper lip.

We checked out a few songs from Idiot Pilot. Raise your hand if you’re intense.

These are what the people watching them looked like.

This dude was white when their set started and red by the time it concluded.

The Bumbershoot Piece was constructed by Jonathan Brilliant (good thing his name’s not Jonathan Mediocre, eh?), out of thousands of coffee stirrers and held together with nothing but tension. It reminded us of something Andy Goldsworthy would make, only he’d use tree branches or something.

Zoe Muth and the Lost High Rollers play good old-fashioned country music with titles like “You Only Believe Me When I’m Lying.” Why she isn’t signed yet remains a mystery. Hey Lost Highway, hey Bloodshot, hey Anti- snap this lady up!

This is her mandolin man.

And here’s her bass player. His tattoos say rock & roll. His eyeglasses say Charles Nelson Reilly.

Everyone knows the best country songs use a capo on the third fret.

Born Anchors didn’t say much during their set. They let their brand of guitar-heavy post-punk do the talking.

Born babe.

There’s a neat exhibit on Seattle’s alternative comics that spans 30 years.

We’re not sure why Seattle mayor Mike McGinn introduced the Maldives (pronounced Mal-deeves), but perhaps he’s just super into alt-country. Maybe he even listens to Whiskeytown while he legislates.

It was pretty much impossible to shoot all nine members of the band in a single shot. How about six.

Their drummer wins the award for awesomest bass drum art of the day.

You don’t have to have a beard and glasses to be in the Maldives, but it totally helps.

Twangy bands can headbang too.

Kevin Barrans, the band’s banjo player, sleeps a little better at night than the other guys. That’s because he knows that if the Maldives doesn’t work out at least he can finally get that ZZ Top cover band off the ground.

Yeah totally, we’re sleepy too. See you tomorrow.

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