This was supposed to be a post with pictures from Dillinger Days at Hotel Congress. However, I'm going to leave those photos to my good friend Warren. That's because we arrived just as the reenactments began, replete with very loud (tommygun?) gunfire. My 4-year old son promptly decided that we were not going to hang around Congress and so we went across the street to the Farmer's Market at Maynards to hide from the "bandits".
So instead I did some shooting of my own, in particular, this band called The Missing Parts. I'll readily admit to being a sucker for any music involving a cello and the lap steel guitar is seriously bad ass. They are an acoustic quartet with a style that I can only describe as a fusion of fantastic mixed cultural sound. I wanted to stay and listen some more but my boys had wandered off through the market to the Train Museum and I wanted to catch up.
So instead I did some shooting of my own, in particular, this band called The Missing Parts. I'll readily admit to being a sucker for any music involving a cello and the lap steel guitar is seriously bad ass. They are an acoustic quartet with a style that I can only describe as a fusion of fantastic mixed cultural sound. I wanted to stay and listen some more but my boys had wandered off through the market to the Train Museum and I wanted to catch up.
Of course it was not all music. There were things to buy too.
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| I dare you to resist these. |
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| This baker had gluten-free yummies made with mesquite flour. |
