Bikers! Oh yeah!

Used to play at a CURLING RINK/BAR (is it any wonder I used to see a shrink?) called the Broom and Stone. The Satan's Choice Bikers LOVED the place! Their favourite song was an odious little number called "The Rodeo Song", which I refused to play. What saved my ass was that the head Biker Honcho loved Gerry and the Pacemakers. Ferry Cross the Mersey, and Don't Let The Sun Catch You Cryin' allowed me to escape with my life each night.

Hi Mooh. Remember the Celtic Continuum well. Played there four years. Do you remember when it was held at a horse farm and Back-stage smelled like MANURE!! The old folksong "There Ain't No Flies on Me" would have been appropriate....but not accurate!

Rick

P.S. Something just occurred to me. IF EACH OF US HAD PLAYED EACH OTHER'S GIG...SOME OF THIS CARNAGE COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED! I could have done yours McMoo, and kept the prisoners happy with all my old Country stuff. Maybe Seamus' Irish jokes would have worked with the ones who didn't want "Maine jokes". Or maybe if we all showed up en masse and just "outnumbered 'em"!