Did a wedding in Dover, Delaware about 5 years ago. The father of the bride, being Irish, wanted some whistle and guitar music BETWEEN sets of a big band orchestra. By the time the band took a break, everyone was damned near paralytic. We took the stage, and between the notes of Morrison's Jig, we heard things like "Rollin on the River" and "Do you know the Chicken Dance?" We got paid, ate like kings (this was a COUNTRY CLUB) and took off well before anyone knew (or cared) that we were gone.
Bob Pegritz
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