We went "accoustic" here in South Dublin. At least it started that way. Then the fiddle player decided he wasn't being heard so he plugged into his mini-amp, and a bass player turned up and of course, they can NEVER hear themselves well enough, so not only was he plugged in but kept turning himself up. We had a great uillean piper who had no problem being heard. Myself, the singer, amidst all of this, kept myself above water. There were a couple songs requested that were (by my terms) "gentle" for St.Patrick's so I warned the audience and said they were special requests for special regulars of the pub and I recieved the quiet necessary to carry them off. However, the evening was stained (as is usually the case on St.Patrick's so I always brace myself for it) by the drunkest sot in the place approaching me and telling me that it was "shite". That didn't bother me at all and I just laughed and walked away...but when he followed me and asked me had he offended me, in all innocence (bollocks) I just turned and said quite seriously "How could it have been otherwise, when I've spent my entire evening working my hardest to see that eejits, such as yourself, had a good time". Maybe he'll be kinder to next year's entertainment.