Right, so you read the coverage of Bumbershoot’s first day on the site and now you’re seeing coverage of its last. “But where is day two,” you’re probably (not) asking yourself right about now? The answer: We don’t work on the sabbath. Okay, so that’s not really true, but it did rain a lot. And we were tired. And our feet did hurt. Also, we’re in our 30s.

But day three of Bumbershoot started out how every day should: With a little disinformation from a dude with a gnarly Afro.

, from Portland, Oregon, has been making indie folk records for the K label since 1999. Here she waits, arms crossed, to be introduced by the KEXP deejay.

When she was 12, she appeared on the TV series “Double Dare” and won, spending her winnings on The Great Peace March for Global Nuclear Disarmament, which should tell you what her politics are.

She thanked the sky for not raining. At least during her set.

Seattle hip-hop trio may have rocked the hardest of all the acts we saw on day three — and they didn’t even have a band.

But they did have deep grooves.

There are no guns or ganstas here, just songs like “Molly Ringwald,” about a girl who looks like her.

“She has tattoos, wears Vans-type shoes,” they rap on the aforementioned track. “Hangs out with punk rock dudes, hardcore shows and PBR brews.”

The Devil Makes Three might look like a punk rock band, but they’re way more Old Crow Medicine Show then they are Rancid — even if they have as many tattoos as that band.

Had we known about their bassist Lucia Turino sooner, she’d have definitely made our Babes of Bass list.

This dude indicates to the band how many testicles he has.

The Santa Cruz, Calif. trio’s latest album, “Do Wrong Right” hit number 1 on the Billboard Bluegrass chart.

The singer of Dead Confederate summoned his best Kurt Cobain by donning a cardigan for the Seattle crowd.

got her start with Outkast before signing to Diddy’s Bad Boy label.

She gets the day’s foxiest lady on an outdoor stage award — even if she kinda looks like Angelo Moore from Fishbone.

Two-thirds of the may have performed sitting down, but the band still managed a rousing set, comprised mostly of tracks from their two Matador Records LPs.

And with that, our annual six-mile pilgrimage to Bumbershoot concluded, but not before watching enjoyable sets from Metric and Modest Mouse — the festival’s final main stage act — and complaining endlessly about how old we are, how tired we’ve become and how much our goddamn feet hurt. But what else is new?

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