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an invitation to our, um...

i hate to use the word "concert" because that sounds so dang pretentious and self-important, but if you are in the flemington area on saturday night and would like to hear a couple of guys singing songs and playing acoustic guitar, mandolin, djembe and harmonica, then come on out to the friendly grounds coffeehouse between 8 and 10. justin and i will be jamming. i'm not promising that it will sound all that awesome, but we certainly have been putting a great deal of practice into it, and we are really excited about sharing it with people. we're covering nickel creek, james taylor, death cab for cutie, the plain white t's, matt nathanson, pierce pettis, willie nelson, johnny cash and jack johnson, to name a few. should be fun. hope to see you there!


RedBank Billy said…
wish I could go... :( I would love to see you guys and hang out... but alas... the parkway has my #ss this weekend!!!!
greg. said…
billy, wish you could be there, too! you could join us! oh well. maybe another time...i won't give up the dream yet!
RedBank Billy said…
yea, whatever happened to McIntyres???? Someday is right!!!
Drew Sorensen said…
hey greg my 17th bday is on thursday so if i get my license i will try my best to get down there!
stella g. said…
man, i so wish i lived closer to NJ. sounds like an awesome night.

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