Today I feel like posting pictures of people I know. Since we're limited to what I can scan or have lying around the hard drive, it's sort of a weird combination of people, but I'll post more as I dig them up.

M in the practice room (dank basement).
This is where the magic happens.



Elliott, freshly shorn, and Jenny, kickin' back at The Union.



Matt, lead singer/harmonicanist for Geraldine, at The Union,
wondering where the hell everybody else is.



Al demonstrates the ventriloquist doll he had
made up to look just like his daughter Fiona.



The Man. The Legend. Knies.



These are Welsh fishermen I met in Dublin. They enjoyed bitching
about the English and trying to get us to visit them in Anglesey.



And an old photo of Cathy, the brilliant poet and all-around curmudgeon.
This photo was probably taken just before or after she uttered
her signature line, "You're so full of shit."

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