Greetings from Seattle, where it's cloudy, wet and about 15 degrees cooler than it was when I left New York on Friday. Fortunately, the residents of the Emerald City have plenty of indoor diversions to keep themselves occupied - not the least of which is a vibrant music scene, primarily centered around the clubs on Capitol Hill. Last night, I ended up in the Comet Tavern on Pike Street, one of Seattle's oldest bars with $3 beers and an $8 cover for a bill of 60's-sounding garage that seems to be all the rage out here on the left coast. (See Oakland's Thee Oh Sees.) San Francisco trio Ty Segall combine trippy chords with off-kilter beats, while Tacoma's The Fucking Eagles brought a full-on rock revue, complete with a pair of tambourine-wielding backup singers and an absolute beast of a drummer who had more energy than the rest of the band, combined.
More crappy weather today, but I'm still psyched to be headed out to Bumbershoot this afternoon, Seattle's premier music and arts festival, now in its 39th year. After this soggy summer, I'd almost be disappointed if weren't raining. (More pics below.)