My Little Boy
More Facial Hair
Less facial hair.
Or rather, no facial hair.
Wait!
Let me explain...
This is Andy Hyland.
At least this is what Andy looked like at this particular show.
You see, Andy's a musician.
(In case you hadn't figured that out yet.)
I liked listening to him.
So much so that I bought his CD and attended another of his performances.
This should mean nothing to you since I've already stated that I'm not a music critic, but at least you know where I stand on this sensitive and highly debated topic.
What?
Ignore me please. I have no idea where these things come from.
I just type it as it comes out.
Don't shoot the messenger.
The messenger is introducing you to Andy.
This is Andy as I saw him at his first performance at Bauhaus Kaffee.
And this is Andy at his last performance at Bauhaus.
What!?
Andy? Is that you?
Can you believe the difference facial hair can make?
Enough about facial hair...here's what I like about Andy.
He seemed nervous in between songs but he just kept on playing anyway and admitted to us (the audience) that he was nervous.
That was oddly comforting and endearing.
I like a humble musician.
What?
There I go again with these random outbursts of incoherence.
Ignore me but check out Andy.
He has a good style.
And since he's going to be so happy about these pictures I took for him he's going to do a cover of one of my most favoritist songs, "Not in Nottingham" from Robin Hood, at his next show.
Ain't that right Andy?
Andy?
Hello?
*tap, tap*
Is this thing on?
B
PS.--I've missed you all during my recent absence of blogging. I'm glad you're back.
