Happy Sunday evening to you all…womp womp. I know you’re probably as excited as I am to get my Monday on, even though I try to actively practice the art of denial over the weekend’s end. In any case, here is the weekend recap.
For the past week or so the Three Rivers Arts Festival has been occupying the downtown Pittsburgh area. The Festival lasts about ten days and is filled with free live music, entertainment, vendors, and all that awesome fair-style food. It became an annual tradition after its inaugural year in 1960. It was founded by the Women’s Committee of the Carnegie Museum of Art as a way of providing the area with a way to become cultured for free (and if you’ve ever been to Pittsburgh, you’d know why this would have been the goal). There are a lot of awesome art galleries, theaters, and music venues that have been popping up rapidly over the past decade or more, so I think the founding mothers proved the Festival to be a good influence on the Pittsburgh people. I mean, Pittsburgh is the hipster capital of the world now, right?
The Washington Post published this article on January 3, 2012.
Of course, we had to take advantage of all the craziness going on downtown, so your bloggers and a few other friends took in some great sights and sounds this past Friday and Saturday. Friday night the Carolina Chocolate Drops played, and if you haven’t heard them before, you need to get thyself to this link. As their tagline says, their music is ‘a modern take on a traditional sound,’ which equals greatness. [I didn’t take any pictures from this day, who knows why].
Sunday we went back downtown to spend the late afternoon playing around the Arts Fest and taking in some awesome bluegrass music courtesy of the Del McCoury Band. Mr. McCoury is 73 years old, but you’d never know it by the way he jams out on his guitar and banjo. He was hilarious, to say the least. His two sons play in the band with him and they have racked up quite a few Entertainer of the Year awards from the International Bluegrass Music Association. I love me some bluegrass–and it suffices to say that we all left wanting to learn how to play the banjo.
My only regrets from the day is that a.) The hotstuff bartender at Sienna didn’t ask me to marry him, and b.) I didn’t take nearly enough photos of the silly hippies running around.
If you are familiar with Pittsburgh, you know that it is characterized by the Allegheny, Ohio, and Monongahela Rivers. The three rivers meet at a point, which divides the city into thirds(ish), and its just lovely. The Arts Fest took place down at the Point State Park, so we had to go visit this spot at sunset. We are romantic like that.
As beautiful as those rivers look sometimes, they are as filthy as all get out. Which is why its always so weird to see someone swimming in their water. Two thumbs up for you, you go Glen Coco.
Christa and our friend, Dane, who played photographer for us in a few of these photos. Thanks Dane!
Until next time, this photo of your fearless leaders can warm your heart: