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Sasquatch: Minus the Bear, Death Cab for Cutie, Liz Phair, Modest Mouse. Minus the Bear was a perfect classic-style emo band, did Seattle proud. Death Cab was nearly a religious experience, you have to love a band that puts all their energy and guts and soul into a performance, they definately did. The lead looked like he was going to just fall over afterwards. Liz Phair I'd heard of before but never heard. Her lyrics were excellently honest. Modest Mouse was a spiritual frenzy. I was lucky enough to be near one of the only other Modest Mouse fans in the crowd who not only loved them to bit and also knew all the lyrics and was willing to dance like a mad thing to their crazy tempo-heart-attack beats. I'd been about three people away from her but once we both got going the people between sort of got out of the way and got on eith side of us until we were dancing next to each other. We started borrowing each other's moves and embelishing on them and pounding our feet on the cement and hands against the air like we were trying to leave the ground behind. It was absolutely excellent. Afterwards I shook her hand and took off before the energy could break. I left during the Flaming Lips, before Coldplay. I left a note on one of F's friend's car. I was tired of dealing with Ellensburg jabber and being someone F felt a need to look after. I slept in the back of the beast and started back toward Seattle as the first light hit the sky. Rest stop coffee is about the weakest stuff out there, but it is free, and the old dude working the booth was a sweetheart. Watching the plaines turn into green hills and the light sprinkle of rain I drove into were lovely. No one else was on the highway. I parked along the road and stood in the rain--it felt so good on my sunburned shoulders and back--then took a picture of the sign WEST I-90. ... I parked by the piers and walked up town to the Seattle Center. The streets were still empty at 7:30 on Sunday Morning. I took picture of all back alleys where vines grow out of brick walls or the light falls just so. More coffee in Pike Place market, watched the fishermen and and the asian flower women and the fruit people set up shop. Folklife was good, all the strangelings, musicians, hippies, belly-dancers, and just about everyone else show up to listen to music and eat food from all ove rhte world. Myself, I like to sit and watch little kids run around in the huge fountain and listen to the drumming circle. Had dinner with Fluffy and her sister. It always comes back to highschool. Fuffy loved it. I was just getting by. Then they reminesed about their childhood. I've heard it all before, I know to smile and nod.