I thought a Celtic liver was what you needed to drink like a Celt.
Harpgirl going up Blackwater Creek,
Going up alone
Jump on that Frank
like a [hot]dog on a bone
Disclaimer: stolen from Cripple creek, and any semblance of good taste remaining wasn't from me. Music man said he admired Harpgirl's lack of restraint in regards "societal convections". I wonder if they were misdemeanors and if she got time off for bad behavior.

For the new year I plan to work on learning more and better how to make groups of a capella singers work.
I have learned this last year to praise a singers strength at the close of a song, and sometimes just say "Well sung!", ask for ones I like especially from the shyer members, sing things I know well to begin with to make me and others more comfortable faster, and to keep searching out good strong singable chorus songs. Since I've inherited part of the job of posting songs for the San Fransisco Folk Music Club songpage in their newsletter, I also have to work hard on my transcribing abilities.
Blessings
Barbara (what's a downbeat? It goes THERE?)