Mr. Glad took me to a nearby art and garden festival mostly so we could hear some music for free. We browsed through some booths and considered buying a painting, admired hand-carved wooden bowls, and pottery. We bought pizza and wine and beer, and then stood near the back of the stage so my husband could keep an eye on the drummers.
Two bands performed during the time we were there: a Santana cover band, and the blues band of Tommy Castro. I didn't think of taking pictures of the first one, though their music was more to my liking -- very much so. And their drummer was amazing.
Quite a few people were dancing close to the stage, and that was fun to watch. I particularly liked one man's shirt with bright birds.
I couldn't make out most of the words to the Castro numbers. That band is famous in their genre, and I did enjoy listening, but after Mr. Glad pointed out to me that the musicians in the front were all wearing cowboy boots, my camera eyes were framing pictures everywhere. The drummer was wearing black athletic shoes, and he didn't seem to be working very hard, so I left him out.
The trumpeter, however, was impressive in his placidity, and for his long gray braid. And Tommy made sure to turn and face three directions from the stage in turn, so that we could all watch his fancy guitar-playing.