The bad news: I WILL sing Danny Boy. Unless bigchuck and my wife hold me down and stifle me, which they might. I like to see the terror and fascination in the eyes of the audience as I reach for the high note and they can't believe I can make it.

The good news: Our Saturday night gig is at a pub run by two English guys, so I can sing "The House of Orange" on St. Paddy's day and not get beaten up and thrown out.

Peter.