It’s Folklife. For a Seattle folkie it’s the High Holy Days. Folklife is music, music, music everywhere, buskers clogging the walkways to the food booths, way too many people, dancing for 14 hours a day in the Roadhouse, though on Sunday night it’s like dancing at rush hour in a New York subway car. There are people who fly in from Texas to spend four days on that dance floor and never notice that there are 25 other stages on the grounds. Is the t-shirt any good this year? It usually isn’t, but once every 5 years or so there’s a brilliant design that isn’t so high-falutin arty, and it has a fiddle on it.
"Any good dance crushes this year?" Robin asks me. Not lately. It’s just about the dancing now, it seems. "Is it OK then if I still have them?"
With my flight delays on Friday I missed the first day of Folklife. But I was on the grounds for nine hours today, dancing for a majority of it. There are times when excess is called for; this is one of them.
The day’s photos are up on my Flickr site.
The Roadhouse is crazy! They must be taught well. The t-shirt isn't as good this year.
Posted by: Ellie | May 27, 2007 at 09:58 PM