There was also live music. Here is one of the groups, the Floating Coats.
Before the music started there was a performance piece. A one act/man play with "headache" in the title. While it wasn't my cup of tea, I didn't walk off, (like some people did), because I thought that since the actor was in his long-johns scratching his balls in public, the least I could do was stand there and look like I was "getting something" from the afore mentioned scratching.
He was heckled by two Asian drunks, but you really can't rattle a guy who's standing in front of a crowd, in his underwear, while he's...you know...scratching his balls.
A big shout out to Brett W. Thompson and Alena Spragg for putting on a great show.