So I’ve been told to talk about Comfest.

What to say? The pictures here are a couple I snapped with the camphone at the Greenhorn show — Greenhorn being the guys we were there to see (since they’d done right by us at the Newport a few weeks back.) That’s our pal Steve there on bass, front and center, rocking out in the classic style. Steve would later have a Hendrixesque rocknroll meltdown on stage, smash his axe against the mike stand, dive into the crowd and get himself thrown back on stage, whereupon he crashed into the drumkit and pretty much brought a spectacular, if somewhat abrupt, end to the performance. (We probably would have taken off at that point, but we discovered that local superstars Watershed were up next, so that pretty much cemented our plans for the next hour or so.)

Glad we were there on Friday night, though, since it was hotter than blazes on Saturday. It was a pretty good evening for an outdoor show, nice breeze, and since it was early on in the weekend, the crowd wasn’t too crazy (though it sounds like it got there eventually — some photos NSFW, so you Have Been Warned). Me, I think that folks were a little awed by the manatee, myself…

We got some better pictures on Sarah’s camera (oh yeah — did I mention my most awesomest sister in the whole wide world of sports was in town for the entire weekend? WELL SHE WAS) but I haven’t seen them yet off-camera — we’ll see if any of the ones I took are, y’know, good. From about the late-night phone-call incident onward, I think our abilities were seriously in question.