Farmer's Market

 I played at the Belfast Farmer's Market last Friday for four hours.  I enjoyed watching friends and strangers pass by on their way to buy the fresh produce, free range beef, goat cheese, honey, homemade baskets, wooden spoons, and more from the stalls around me.  Some would stop and listen for a while, sitting on the sidewalk, backs pressed against the brick storefronts.  Willy, my brother, came a couple hours into my street gig and joined in with his fiddle.  He is greatly improving as a musician and we have been playing nearly every day since Fiddle Camp, building up a repertoire of tunes and our own compositions.  And of course we improvise.  The nice thing about playing with my brothers is that their whole lives they have been marinated with my musical preferences and playing style making it easier to improvise as he knows what chords I'll probably go to and I know where he is going with his melodies.

Neal Parent, who's photo gallery was only a couple doors down from where we were playing, came by and took a couple photos of us.