Imagine my surprise when I was flipping through the pages of Seattle Weekly and saw, in big bold letters, an ad claiming SeafaiRocks! Mmm, I thought, its all right. Mostly it just means having your heart rate increase at the sound of fighter jets skimming your rooftop. But it certainly doesnt rock. But then I looked closer at the schedule. The Young Fresh Fellows. The Blakes. The Hands. Patient Patient. The Purrs. Head Like A Kite. All playing throughout the three days and nights of Seattles loudest celebration. But most important . . . they have Mudhoney. Man, back where Im from, we were lucky if Joe Grushecky & the Iron City Houserockers played Pittsburghs dumb city pride fest. Imagine the irony of the U.S. Navy Blue Angels flying around in all their militaristic glory, and then having Mudhoney play Hard-On for War. Seattle, you are the luckiest city on the planet.