Squaw Brews, Jazz and Funk Fest

Every year, I look forward to attending the Squaw Brews, Jazz and Funk Festival. My first Tahoe summer, The Dirty Dozen Brass Band played and my parents were in town visiting at the same time. I missed a few years for various reasons and went back again last year for Rebirth Brass Band, one of my favorites. I also saw them recently in Boulder, CO.

This year was a great time. I felt really super lucky to have my old college friend Jarrett in town on a climbing trip with his girlfriend, who I was able to meet for the first time. Also, my friends Chris and Erin drove up from the bay area to get their brews and funk on as well.

Nicki, Chris, Erin and Jarrett hiding in shade

Sophie and her boyfriend were running about for a bit, as well as R and a friend of hers. We had misc folks around all day on Saturday and we all went and camped that night to avoid driving home after imbibing.

There were some great bands the first day, including Leo Nocentelli and the Meters Experience from New Orleans.

Leo Nocentelli and the Meters Experience

The next morning after a huge diner style breakie in Truckee, Nicki and I dropped the smelly boys off at Squaw and went to partake in some quiet girl activities like getting our toes painted and sitting at a coffee bar with Jarrett and Crista for a few hours. It was a nice break from crowds before we returned for round 2.

Nicki, Buddy, G-Bald

Funkin' it up!

We saw a great band that morning called the Tim Snider Quartet, followed by Papa Grows Funk, another NOLA band.

Tim Snider Quartet

That evening, Buddy and I bolted early to head to Reno, where we had tickets to see John Butler Trio. I love their awesome blend of funk, blues, dancehall, folk and rock.

John Butler Trio at the Knitting Factory

We had a woefully underwhelming dinner at 775 Gastropub, a new restaurant with grand aspirations in Reno. While their beer and wine list is stellar, I was less than impressed with my meal. That being said, our breakfast at the Stone House the next morning was incredible. I had an omelet with a TAMALE in it. Tamale! Inside the omelet! LOVE.

All in all, it was an amazing weekend of fun, sun, beer, music and friends. Now I’m off to Oregon for one more weekend jaunt filled with more beer, mountain biking and good times before I have to work for three weeks straight.

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