Puggy

Do you remember when I thought maybe I was a teenager again 

& got all silly about seeing

 those very-cute-but-practically-young-enough-to-be-my-children
BB Brunes 

in concert?  

And then do you remember my absolute frenzy 

when I not only got a photo with the boys 

but also went out to the pub with them afterwards?  

Whee!

That was fun.  

And so was last night, when I got to see Puggy en concert, 

thanks {again} to one of the fringe benefits of FQ's job.  

Puggy is a band made up of three dudes 

who met at a jazz school in Belgium.

They are all international & stuff.
They sing in English, but get this:

The bassist is French,

the drummer is Swedish

& the vocalist - who is British -

bantered with the audience all evening 

in absolutely flawless français,

which - although I enjoyed the show -
made me pretty darn cranky.

{Confession:

I have an extremely bad attitude when other Anglophones 

have better accents in French than me.}

But anyway!  

We're not here to talk about the fact that

I may just possibly - perhaps - be what you might call a 

"competitive perfectionist", 

are we?

Nope.

We're here to rock!

Take it away, boys!