Harp's point and Pookah's Point. The curse of the bard! You know what they say about the world, the Irish, and whiskey. So many songs dedicated to the Jeannie in the Bottle. So many songs longing for a homeland that many modern day bards have never seen. Surely it must be amazing to people who live in the UK , just how ferventaly their American and Australasian cousins sing longingly for the Uk isles. I remember how I almost got a bottle broke over my head for singing 'Kevin Barry' at a party where an orangeman was present. I really had no idea of the effect it would have on Irish protestants. How naïve (and canadian) of me. I have since had similar experiences with "Nobody's Child" and "Wild Colonial Boy". Most people are too distressed to offer me a pint. There should be a law written that you cannot harm the bard , no matter how painful the song can be. It's not like I am a Bob Dylan or other 60s style folk activist trying to stir up a fervor, is it? Maybe we all are subconciously looking for some reaction when we perform, but sometimes we are shocked at just exactly what does happen. Aren't tears and laughter accepted any more? Heck, I don't mind crying to a good WTN style movie now and then. Cleans out the pores, I say! There are many songs that can still make me cry, drunk or sober.