There was a Hells Angel type at a sessuin here in New York. He was being loud and stupid, so I asked him not to be as loud during ballads, but go ahead and be loud durring the Celi tunes, which where loud enogh to dround him out. Well, there was a very nice we girl singing a Sean nos song, and the mouth started again, so after polite clapping there was a moment of silence, and his mouth again, so I said, "Well, it is true, a good singer is a rare old thing, but a loud mouth yabo is as common as flies on shite..." His friends pulled him out of the bar, as he wanted a piece of me, which I was fine to have a round or two with him... so in the end, he was ejected to avoid the fight.
I got a talking to by the management, so I wrote a satire, on the spot, sang it and left... If there is any interest, I will try and find my song, the Dempsey's Parting Glass, about how Irish pubs in New York have no respect for music anymore...
Cheers, Larry