Okay, the above was just a bit of an exageration. I did spend most of the weekend sawing but I was busking and not sawing infected violins to pieces. Though the thought had occured to me having been interupted by a few of the more undaunted proponents of the artform on more than one occasion last weekend. The festival was a wonderful opportunity to get what I do on the razor sharp handtool in front of an audience that might never otherwise have had a chance to see this done. I think I created a lot of smiles in the proccess too. Unfortunately keepin' my nose to the grindstone, or the saw blade if you will, meant missing a good deal of what was going on around me. I was, however, approached by another sawist from the area, his name is Gary and he plays with the Cascade Mountaineers. He claimed there were four other sawists on the grounds. I did see one on Saturday playing what looked like a small Sandvik finnishing saw. He was playing in the grassy area southwest of the fountain with a small combo. Again unfortunately I had little time to even observe as I had to prepare for a stage presentation. Gary and I traded cards and we spoke breifly about trying to put together a sawchestra, something I'd like to try. I've never worked with another sawist though I've played with a host of other instrumentalists. The saw is an excellent instrument to combine with in many different musical styles. I also took some time to jam with a couple different folk/country/blues jams that were happening at the participants party Saturday night. Needless to say I think a few heads were turned, maybe even twisted, by my joining in. Alas though the folk authorities came and said we were having too much fun and should all go home or whereever cause they had to lock up for the night. We'll have to saw ya at the Alligator Soul in Everett on Thursday or Friday nights that's my regular haunt and don't forget next year at the Fork Lift, oops I mean Flok Life, oops I mean, well you know. Reggie