I never wrote much about Mark Nanni, the musician we enjoyed at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort recently.
He played keyboard, guitar and accordion. Another patron was enjoying the music a lot, too.
“I’m going to call you Billy Bad-ass!” he said.
Mark graciously accepted the compliment, remarking that you can’t give yourself a name like that; it has to be bestowed upon you.
The accordion made me think of Fritz’s Polka Band, another local favorite. I see that my list of local favorites grows. I say, bring it! I love music.