A good tune

Turns out yesterday was a very exciting day across the pond.  Last night, I went to see my music god, Martin Sexton, along with Schradinova and Donavon Frankenreiter (who looked a lot like a homeless person, but defininely has the best mustache I've seen since my father shaved his off).  The concert venue, Paradiso, was made of awesome.  Before the hippies took it over and converted it into a concert hall in the 60s, it used to be a church, leaving us with the perfect (and rather intimate) place to listen to some awesome live music.  And to top it off, they had a ginormous disco ball which was so much fun to take pictures of if you're a shutterbug like me.

Doesn't he look homeless?  His hair decreased in volume considerably throughout the concert, but that doesn't really dampen the hideousness of his attire.  His faux snakeskin boots were the cherry on top.  It's a shame you can't seem them in this picture.