Many many moons ago when the Hubby and I were lacking a JJ and a few extra pounds, I worked at a library and he played in a band.  That’s how we met, really:  I came home for Thanksgiving, and some friends of mine from high school were playing a show.  I spotted a cute bass player, and well, the rest is history.

BUT if I hadn’t been so focused on said bass player, I would’ve noticed that there were other members of the band, one being a drummer with crazy blonde locks and a smile that charmed so many girls that he had his own fan club.  As it usually happens with bands, things shifted - folks came and went, and the drummer moved into the keyboardist arena.  Not a shabby thing considering he played his own show with just him, his lovely locks and vocals, and the piano.

Finally the hubby’s band . . . “took a break.”  The keyboardist kept pursuing writing and performing his own music, and because he knows a good bass player when he hears one, he’s occassionally asks the Hubby to accompany him on his solo gigs.

Life’s changed.  Hubs has a steady job; I do as well, though it doesn’t seem to bring in the ka-ching.  A little man with the bass player’s dimples and skin tone (oh, the beautiful skin tone!) has made an appearance.  And the keyboardist has gone on to make some cds, tour, and rangle up some more kiddies for the fan club.

The other night while listening to 94.7, the *best* radio station EVER, a show called “Get Local” came on, spotlighting a P-town artist.  The piano.  The voice.

HEY!  That’s Bryan Free!  Our friend, on the radio, all famous-like!!!  Great song!  JJ jammed out the entire time, first bopping his head, and then dancing:  it was precious.  Another junkie for the fan club.

You can find out more about Bryan here and here and you can listen to stuff here.

Dude, we know that guy on the radio:  sweet.

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