My best friend Arnold was a fan of Celtic Music. We were in the Folklore Center, Issy Young's place on MacDougal Street, in the mid-60's. Arnold was deep into a roaring argument about how the Clancy Brothers were selling out. And Tommy McChem was doing nothing but harm to the group. The shortist red-faced man he was bellowing at (who had an Irish brougue...first clue) was bellowing back. Point v. point. Song reference v. song reference. (Second clue).
It went on for about twenty minutes...with about twenty people watching. All of them seemed to be standing in back of my friend to better watch the little Irash man (Third clue)
They were into such deep esoterica (fouth clue) that the crowd began to wane and my interest flagged as well. I wondered over to the record bins. To the Irish section.
The the Clancy Brothers subsetion. Specifically to some new album that had a jolly photo of the Brothers and Tommey McC. (Last clue).
I picked up the album, stood in back of himself and showed the cover to my friend. At first, he didn't know why I was distracting him.
I will carry the image of his blush to the next life. I wish I had pajamas that color. Tommy McC. was so exercised that he was not too amused and left. I had to be scrapped off the floor I was laughing so much. Arnold moved to California. I believe he is developed other interests.