We just got a handful of pics from one of the organizers.
Sound check for my new song. Juicy gossip alert! I went up on lyrics. For a song that I freakin' wrote. Good times.
I wish I could tell you what song we were performing. Studying the configuration of instruments and vocalists, I've nary a clue. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Group shot! Clearly at the end of the night. We were all manner of flushed and sweaty and downright giddy.
Note my sweetie's tattoo: a wee Celtic cross he got right before he played Friar Tuck at Faire. It looks sort of lonely on that well sculpted arm, does it not? He's talked for freakin' years about finishing it off with a stylized CuChullain armband. Still, you really oughtn't to bother him with it by sending personal messages to his LJ account at barleymash encouraging the completion of the tattoo. That would be