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Bumbershoot 2013 Day 2: Music and Comedy

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The Redwood Plan (Photo: MvB)

The Mowgli's (Photo: MvB)

View from beer garden up top of the Fisher Pavilion (Photo: MvB)

"detritus we value" artwork by Jonathan Schipper (Photo: MvB)

"detritus we value" artwork by Jonathan Schipper (Photo: MvB)

From the "Enigma Machine" installation: a web of sorts is spun. (Photo: MvB)

From the "Enigma Machine" installation: colors generated by heat and electricity (Photo: MvB)

David Bazan (Photo: MvB)

Katie Kate (Photo: MvB)

The Comettes (Photo: MvB)

The Breeders (Photo: MvB)

The Zombies (Photo: MvB)

Creepy visuals overlooking the Crystal Castles crowd (Photo: Audrey)

The rules for media are a little different this year around. (Photo: Audrey)

Be prepared! (Photo: Audrey)

Washed Out warming up, Seattle Center fountain cooling down (Photo: Audrey)

Clouds hover above Crystal Castles. (Photo: Audrey)

Crystal Castles from afar, hula hoops from a-near (Photo: Audrey)

At Bumbershoot 2013, some wily musical vets have stolen the show. Who knew that Gary Numan had other songs and an awesome set still in him, up to and including “Cars”? Or that Eric Burdon would turn in a hoodie-clad performance with The Animals?

The ladies of The Breeders hit it as hard as ever, and thundered through Last Splash like it’s 1993. And of course The Zombies would have to play a couple of their jazzy new songs, but if you stepped away from the Starbucks stage and took a hot lap around the Seattle Center grounds, you could have been back just in time to hear them blow the non-roof off with their finale, “She’s Not There.”

Among Bumbershoot’s young turks, Kris Orlowski played a golden-hour set Saturday under the Space Needle and in the shadow of the EMP. Far too often, Kris Orlowski is lumped in with the sensitive Seattle singer-songwriter crowd, which is unfair, since a) he’s not a solo act — it’s a four-piece band that dabbles with the occasional orchestra — and b) Orlowski is not another boring, whiny nice guy. Just a handsome bastard with a great ear and a charismatic frontman to boot. #TeamDREAMBOAT

Over at the Sub Pop stage, Washed Out had to contend with technical difficulties that delayed their set by sixteen minutes, and the resulting audience of big spoiled babies just looking for an excuse to boo. Once the Bumbershoot A/V club got all the loops up and running, the mix was off for the first couple songs, but the chillwave set quickly found its groove. With new album Paracosm, Washed Out has moved into more disco and reggae territory, but don’t worry, they definitely played the Portlandia theme.

The night ended with the atmospheric sounds and sometimes hard-to-look-at visuals of Crystal Castles, while Sunday night involved going from The Zombies to fleeing from Bumbershoot-goers lurching around as zombies. Can we call it a Sunset of The Dead already?

Marc Maron had been on my Bumbershoot to-do list for Sunday, but I ended up seeing him with Patton Oswalt the day prior. I figured he would just use Sunday’s WTF session to further expound upon his anxieties about an impending third marriage and worries about the potential for becoming a father for the first time, but correct me if I’m wrong. Besides, twenty minutes of Marc Maron is pretty much the perfect amount of Maron.

So the only comedy must on the Sunday Bumbershoot schedule was the roundtable discussion with the writers of Parks and Recreation. The Stranger’s Paul Constant introduced the panel for what he calls the best-written show on television, thanks to the individual voices of all the characters, born of a strong writing staff. The team includes old-timers like Alan Yang and Aisha Muharrar, and relative newbies Joe Mande and Megan Amram (both Twitter-famous) who joined the writing team for P&R‘s fourth season.

We got a sneak peek at the fifth season of Parks and Rec: The gang goes to London (Andy thinks it’s Hogwarts), Tom Haverford and Rent-A-Swag faces some new competition, and Leslie Knope wins a women-in-leadership award (complete with Heidi Klum cameo).

Facing the prospects of having to write off Rashida Jones and Rob Lowe, the writers felt that they had crafted satisfying departures for Ann Perkins and Chris Traeger in taking the characters to the end of their arcs. With regards to pacing the comedy, Yang pointed to the importance of clarity and simplicity and the continued need to tell the emotional story. And when in doubt, cast the funniest person possible for the part.

What then followed was an occasionally cringeworthy Q&A with Paul Constant, who twice lost his place in the novella of notes in his hands, and humblebragged “I know some people who work in government.” Constant’s question about gender ratio on typical television writing staffs was a good one, but awkwardly delivered and eventually trailed off. Luckily, the P&R writers have amazing chemistry, which carried the rest of the conversation, including a shout-out to the Bechdel test, the usefulness of Jerry as a punching bag, and the fun fact that Nick Offerman smells like mahogany.

Washington Ensemble Theatre’s “Smudge” is a Blip Onstage

Washington Ensemble Theatre lopes along with Smudge, closing tonight at 7:30 p.m. Playwright Rachel Axler has Daily Show and Parks and Rec credits (and Emmys) to her name, but this off-Broadway script has a decidedly darker tone, more in line with the anxieties of Rosemary’s Baby.

A young couple are expecting, but the stork delivers something not quite…anything, and they are left to deal with the afterbirth. New dad Nick (Ash Hyman) takes to his offspring right away, doting on the creature, and coaching it with strengthening exercises for its single eye. But mom Colby (Carol Thompson) oscillates between fear of and anger towards her limbless bundle of patchy fur.

The three-actor black comedy is rounded out by Noah Benezra, who if anything is underused. He has a manic energy in delivering his rants that is lacking whenever the plot returns to the matter at hand. The “baby” is played by a bassinet-turned-incubator replete with tubes and heart monitor beeps. Perhaps that’s why the chemistry of the cast is not quite right, with one of the actors running a shade behind the other two, or behind an inanimate object.

As is often the case at WET, the real star of the show is the set. Every play in the small space–it’s not called the Little Theater for nothing–must figure out how to use the tiny stage, and that’s often one of the most intriguing aspects about approaching a new play from The Ensemble. This time around, Devin August Peterson makes another memorable set within a set (within a set?) that manages to elegantly serve several functions at once. It’s no filling-the-stage-slowly-with-water, but it demonstrates a wit that the rest of the production lacks.

But back to the domestic horror story. Is it hysterical fantasy, postpartum depression, the delusions of parental expectations and fulfillment, or an extended allegory on disability and special needs? Yes. Probably a little of all of the above. And in its vaguery and openness, it loses any chance for deeper meaning. If it’s not about something, it is kinda about nothing. Just a smudge.