Well...

Here it is... 10 o'clock the morning after... My fingertips are full of broken glass... my feet are full of rodents... my voice is full of smog... but I survived... And my pockets are full of ill gotten gains!

This is the first time I've played a St Pats that fell on a Sunday... Last year, the local where I started in the morning had people lined up back to the parking lot before the place even opened...

This year... well... I'd been 'on' for almost an hour before anyone even showed up... But when they did, the DID! The Kildare House is one of my absolute favourite places to play! ;-)

That one ended at 3... 4 found me setting up and ready to rock again at the big shiny cheesy downtown 'Irish' bar... we got bumped back half an hour while the Irish Dancers did their thing... They sure enough had their dancing hair well strapped on yesterday, but what the hell is up with this?? Are they not ALLOWED to smile while they dance? It really has to be one of the most BORING 'cultural' dance styles ever... Give me Hungarian or Russian 'folk' dance anyday! Those people look like they're enjoying themselves...

So, we started about 4:30... by the 2nd last set of the day at around 10:30 I leaned over to the front guy while we were adding yet another instrumental verse to a song and remarked to him, "Have you noticed that when the 3 of us sing, we all sound like we're going through puberty?" We might have had one good vocal chord left between us, and that one was fading fast... Fortunately, Sunday prevailed and the place was well into winding down during our last break, and the owner made a call that thrilled us to the bone... "Tell ya what guys, you've been at it hard all day... Go back up in 20 minutes and play till 12:30, and we'll call it even." You've never seen 3 happier folk dudes... O.k... well... 2 folk dudes and a bass player... (Brian knows I'm just kidding him...)

So, thanks... to The Kildare House, where I am more often than not... Patrick O'Ryans, who are really way too close to my house... All the servers who kept me in water, coffee, and killer corn beef sammaches.... All the dudes who sat in the crowd and watched my left hand fly for most of the night... All the folks who danced and danced and danced and danced and danced...

And all the fine fine fine babes who shake it and bounce 'em and look up at us on stage and smile smile smile...

See you folks next year!

Dive safe till then...