Cigar box blues

There's a neat little bar around the corner to my place that's slowly turning into my "local" due to their decent rotating tap beer selection, decent taste in music and the fact that people bring their dogs in on nice weekends. The usual fare for a Thursday night is the relentless dancing and laser shooting of a mohawked DJ in bright undies worn over a white morph suit while playing terrible 80s music. Thankfully, this pattern is occasionally disrupted to make space for less Bee Geestastic acts. We ventured out last Thursday to enjoy the musical stylings of these two fine gentlemen and their finer guitars.

The guy on the right makes his own instruments, including a vegetable steamer banjo, a cigar box guitar (which makes some sweeeeet noises), accompanied by a bucket drum. I can't remember the guy on the left's name because I fail at life and had far too much beer.