Some friends of mine were playing last night at Byrne’s Pub, the greatest Irish Pub I’ve ever been to. I didn’t get to go, but I would like to have.
The fall has crept up on us and now the nights are cool and dry. The days are still warm, but the leaves are falling from the poplar trees like it was the middle of October. Still we sweat in the hot sun and shiver in the cool evening breeze. Nothing says lonesome fall like a solo guitar.
So I thought some good pickin was in order, so without further adieu, here is the legendary Tony Rice playing one of my favorites, Church Street Blues.