My husband's band Dead End Moves makes their first Brat Fest appearance this Friday afternoon. I'm actually taking the day off to see them since it's one of those rare gigs that doesn't start at 9pm or 10:30pm when I'm usually a little too dog tired to attend (thanks Middle Age!).
I know I'm a little biased, but he's a darn good drummer. And luckily, his drum kit is set up yards away from our house inside our shed, so I don't always have to hear how good he is when he's practicing. ;-) He didn't drum at all for nearly the first 10 years that I knew him, mainly due to time constraints. However, after a brush with death due to a dissected aorta back in 2001, he decided life is too short to keep denying himself the pleasure of his passion for drumming. I'm very proud of him, and am so grateful he has such a fun outlet for reducing stress.
If you're planning on attending Brat Fest this Friday afternoon, swing by the Wind River Stage between 2:40 and 3:50 to check him out!