The non-musical highlight of last years Capitol Hill Block Party has to be an incident I witnessed in the lovely posh-ness of the artist/VIP tent. One of the members of a band playing tonight sat amongst a whos who of the Seattle music community, oblivious to his surroundings or any camera phones that might be present, picking his nose with the gleeful, carefree abandon of a toddler. Not a discreet flick of an unsightly little itch, mind you, but a genuine pickathon, knuckle deep, that went on for a good thirty minutes. It was like a car accident or an episode of Rock of Love: insanely disgusting, even horrific and yet, it was impossible to look away. Whether it was an act of coked out stupidity or the most punk rock, fuck-all-yall action ever taken, Ive yet to determine, but its etched on my memory for eternity. Anyway, boogers be damned, this show is a rocker! Go early for the up and coming brilliance of Bellingham garage/noise combo Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, who get my personal pick tonight. Photo courtesy Chris Fuller.