On Wednesday, I went to the local Irish session here in town, and had the best night of playing I've had in literal years. What fun. It felt really good, and very cathartic, to sit somewhere and drink beer and pound on something for three hours straight. Man, I needed that.
Last night, I got even more drum therapy, this time of the dancing variety. Dunuya Drum and Dance was playing at Bell's Eccentric Cafe, and Paul and I rounded up as many friends as we could to go and dance our collective feet off. The band was set up in the gazebo at the far end of the biergarten, and as the sun set in beautiful stripes of pink and purple, the show began.
Please forgive the low quality of the pictures; it was after dark, and I was trying to squeeze in as many as I could.
I also took some video. They're cool, but they're both too short and too fuzzy to really do Dunuya any proper service. Still, enjoy: