hoedown hootenanny

Slim's kicked off the SF Bluegrass Festival (though I'm fairly certain there is a perpetual bluegrass festival in this city, as there are for just about everything else; home brewing, punk swap meets, queer hip hop, oysters, vintage paper, fungi; really any niche activity that merits boozin and cruisin in the streets) with a foot-stomping old-timey show last Friday. I know next to nothing about bluegrass and definitely knew nothing about the band I went to see. But when a friend suggests you come out to hear his old high school buddies wail on the banjo, it's best to say "sure, why not?"

 
I had an incredibly good time - the Brothers Comatose are wildly talented. They seem to thrive in a live performance environment and the fact that they were clearly having an absolute ball made it all that much more fun for the audience. I've been singing their songs for the past four days and have no plans to stop. Sorry, coworkers. Helps that the guitarist is easy on the eyes. And check out his neat tambourine shoe!

  

All those festivals actually exist, fyi. Also, happy valentine's day. Oh, too much?