this is a great thread... and I just haveta get my two cents in. there's a little neighbourhood bar that features rocking blues bands most night of the week, but on Tuesdays features a single performer with an acoustic guitar and a bland repetoire of old top 40 adult contemporary stuff. it's the one night you can go in and talk while yer drinking. A couple of weeks ago, some local bandito must have got his days of the week mixed up and wouldn't leave this poor, bland acoustic guitarist alone, shouting "OZZY!! OZZY!!" over and over. You could see the guy sweating under the lights. He didn't have a chance. The bouncer was sitting with us and didn't do much about it. He just thought it was funny. One more thing: why do acoustic guitars around a campfire automatically mean you must sing American Pie? One more thing: The Unicorn, in defence of the non-Irish music lovers, is the one song they can identify with when out on the town on St. Patrick's Day.