The crowd at Fisherman’s Village continued to grow into the tunes of Saturday’s lineup. Greeted by multiple food trucks and vendors, I was anxious to try them all. Selling everything from Asian cuisine to hot dogs, the food choices were plenty, along with the vendors selling holistic teas, giving henna tattoos, doing live painting, and opening record shops. Window shopping my way up to the Night Market stage, I was elated to see student performers.
School of Rock Lynwood, a combined band of students from around Washington, covered songs from some of the highest notoriety rock stars of all time, such as Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train.” These kids were the real thing, as they sang in exact harmony and sync as the original. They had a total of about 12 students with them, and each got a chance to share with the audience their amazing flare and take on rock music. At one point, I thought I was in front of Osbourne himself. This talented group impressed me and the audience as they rotated around and gave us one of the most outstanding sets of the afternoon.
Wondering why I couldn’t get an invite to join School of Rock, I ventured into Scuttlebutt Brewing. With multiple beers on tap hand crafted from their very own brewery, I had to have a sip of the finest. The bartender, Taylor, gave me exactly what I wanted: something a little sweet that still gets the job done. She offered me a sample of Cashmere Dream. I instantly bought a cup. Slurping on my delicious brew, I stepped toward the stage to see a wonderful creation of visual and melody. Izaac Mellow gave the festival a real *mellow* vibe as they set up a live-action video game projection accompanied by Mellow’s angelic vocals. The cohesion of the set was so well done you would’ve thought Mellow created the soundtrack of the entire video game. The stage in Scuttlebutt experienced something fresh as the flowers placed on Mellow’s head and television became one.
Finishing my drink, I helmed my way to the main stage to catch Black Belt Eagle Scout, aka Katherine Paul. There we got to witness a beautiful Native American chant/prayer from Paul’s father. This was the beginning of the set as Black Belt Eagle Scout began their power with aesthetic and competence. Paul sung with purpose as she connected with the audience with her energy and demand. With vocals that will fill you up with water and empty you out with drums, Black Belt Eagle Scout was one to notice as a powerhouse. The guitarists each had their own debonair, as well. Detailed in their shape, each guitar showed a little bit of the personality of the person playing it. Stepping back to find another stage, I ran into another kiosk that held the second most delicious beer of the night. The Pineapple Hefeweizen gave me sweet notes of relaxation and hunger.
Now was the time to feed as I walked over to the truck with no other than a Nathan’s Chili Dog. I ate my way back to the Scuttlebutt stage. Setting up was Bad Optics. I had never seen such a personable band until that first note left singer Ryan Alexander’s mouth. He had the crowd in the strings of his guitar as his frequencies made everyone stand in awe. Drawing his crowd in, he allowed his charisma to shine through in his sound and his body. The band put on a phenomenal set with all the right purposeful moves.
The intention remained in me as I drank the last sip of my beer. I found some dark chocolate from the Everett co-op and proceeded to nibble. It was toffee and salted caramel flavored, and it tasted of Fretland. This five-piece was a hit as they fused country and funk to give us a heartwarming performance. Cleverly titling songs like “Have Another Beer,” they talk about the struggles of life and how to overcome them. While watching, I met someone who was crying because of the connection the music had to his life. At one point, the crisp crescendos and accuracy of timing made me feel the same. The sister duo, front and center, provided the set with vibrancy and dexterity as Hillary Fretland strummed at the guitar and Kara Fretland danced.
Dancing my way back to the Night Market, I got a chance to catch the rap group Wildcat Click. This trio cleverly crafted gifted lyricism with catchy hooks, providing empathetic stories about riding around the city and how what others feel about them doesn’t matter. They spoke to the crowd on a whole new level. Strictly authentic joys of living life and being yourself.
Finishing my night with pot stickers and egg rolls, I rolled out with content. The diversity of the Fisherman’s Village Music Festival provided debonair art and sundry people. This festival showed me that, though I’m new to rock ‘n’ roll, it will always welcome you.
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