Picada and Blues in San Telmo

Sometimes you need music that isn’t Tango.

So, we found ourselves in San Telmo at a restaurant, eating salame and cheese, drinking malbec, and listening to a live blues band!

These guys were good. Really good. So good in their style, in fact, that I was *almost* convinced that they were from the States - until they talked between songs. Yeah, still in Argentina.

Of course, me being the chick singer that I am (sang in a band in Seattle), I was up and dancing with Mi Amor and our friends, and singing along. I was harmonizing just to make myself happy (I do weird things like that) and, well, I have a voice that carries so the next thing I knew, the singer of the band had the microphone in my face. Ah, fame. You just can’t escape it…
A third set of photos has been added.