The neighborhood band is really good. I mean really, really, REALLY good. This is fortunate, as they practice practically in my backyard. It appears to be the garage of a house fronting on the next street over, but I never felt the need to track them down. Regardless, they are very nearby. When I first moved here, it was just a bass player and a drummer. While they were very talented, there's only so much a bass player and a drummer can do. At some point, they picked up more players and became a reasonably talented cover band. Their only shortcoming was that the singer wasn't very good.
Last year, something happened. Presumably these are college students (tipoff: they go away for the summer) and some graduated and others joined up. Last year was like living next to freaking Woodstock without the mud. They were really outstanding, channeling the Fish, 10 Years After and early Santana. Even the singing improved.
This year, no singer. Just a power trio with this unbelievable guitar player. Only shortcoming: they only know one song. Fortunately, it's really, really, really great. I could sell tickets.
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