Friday, the Amici Trio (or, as we were billed on the promo sign, "The Amici Bros") played for a packed house at Cantone's Friday evening. Under the watchful and I hope approving eye of Frank Sinatra, we knocked 'em dead. Watch for future bookings at this location. It looks like we'll be welcomed back.
Saturday, the Trio played for a wedding at the Harrisburg Country Club. Sorry, no pictures, but imagine a very happy couple and a full dance floor and you'll get the picture.
This is my little brother, with a genuine look of surprise on his face. This afternoon, his family and friends gathered at the Wallish house to celebrate 25 years of rawking by Dave. I'm not sure on the math, but if you added up all the musicians in the room, I think you could have fielded at least five complete bands, and all of them would be pretty darn good.
This is David realizing that he'll still be able to watch television after the digital switchover. On this TV, we watched a retrospective of Dave's bands from Spellbound to Leghorn, with all the skinny ties and eighties hair you could ever want. Kathy Wallish has a talent for scrapbooking and preserving memories, and it was evident in the DVD. Here's to 25 more, little brother.
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