Monday nights are never really high-volumes for taverns; but people from time to time trickle in anyway, attracted by the soft yellow light and the sound of unaggressive, friendly music. The room slowly begins to fill and LEJ is kept busy handing out tequilas, Bordeaux, and Glenlivets up and down the bar. Through some invisible sense of synchronization people are taking turns singing, never barging in but always knowing as though by telepathy who should go next. One sings "Home In That Rock". Another sings "Down By The Riverside" and gets a merry backup from the tall stranger in the corner, wearing high brown leather boots and plucking the old Silvertone. "Amazing Grace", "Enniscorthy Farewell", "Abide With Me", "Poor Wayfarin' Stranger", come one after another in a gentle series of brave voices joined in a kind of ambient benevolence, lit by the fire's gentle crackle, as the evening wears into night.