It's nearly 10 AM. I've just about finished my morning quart of coffee and intend to spend most of the day relaxing prior to heading to the Press Room for my 25th consecutive St. Patrick's performance in that venerable pub.

When Bob Frost and I did the first gig a quarter century ago, it was a beer only pub; I should add that it was the first pub in the state to serve draught Guinness and still pours more pints than any other such establishment.

In those bad old days there was a manager who would open the doors at 7 AM on St. Patrick's Day, and sure there was a line waiting to come in. Now, those of us who might have been inclined to start early, have aged a bit too much for such wanton imbibing.

Like others who have been doing music on this day, we too have had more requests for Danny Boy, the Unicorn and other bits of drivel than one can sanely comprehend. I expect more of that tonight. Last year a dunken "maiden" requested Danny Boy. We explained that none of us had the voice for it. Later she accosted us with a virulent accusation that we had sung it while she was in the bathroom. Such are the humours of this day.

And if any Mudcatters are so inclined to venture to Portsmouth NH, I will be joined my my comrades as the Great Bay Company at the Press Room. Show starts around 6:30.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all!

Slainte -- Tom