A friend just emailed me some photos of another recent gig. This time I was sporting my SWK Irish National:



If you look closely you'll see my Thorfinn sporran on my hip--it's better for the guitar finish that way. That's my wife, and the band's fearless leader, Mad Mags herself on accordion wondering, "What the hell is he playing??" And no, that's not my water. I had a nice pint of Guinness just out of view.