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“Spring to summer, March to June.  
Anything can happen; so happen, soon!”

Almost summer.  But, not really.

It can be cold and snowy or hot and melty.  Don’t bother peeking at the calendar if you live in Michigan, it won’t help you.  It really has no idea either.  Looking at the calendar is like looking into box of un-opened chocolates: great promise, but every once in a while you will have one that you wish you could just spit out.

So we settled on Fridays, year and years ago when we started playing as a duo in the 80’s.  We just like Fridays more, It fits Carl and I.  It’s the day of the week, that when you work, you look ahead to. T.G.I.F.!

Always Friday.

We have had some amazing Fridays through the years.  Annnd . . . we have had our share of stinkers.  All we can do is to be there and give all that we have.  We try to do those things, and more each Friday.  Well, each day that we perform, be it Friday, Saturday or the rare Tuesday night.

My point is this . . . you can never tell what is going to happen, by simply guessing at a date on a calendar.  The day, the date, the season, economy, politics, psychology, genealogy and meteorology all play their part.  Mostly, Carl and I just hold on for dear life rather than try and navigate the torrent.

So on any given Friday night, at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub in beautiful downtown Mount Clemens, Michigan, we simply try and hoooooooold on.

Last Friday, it was kind of a full house as we began to set up.  We usually arrive nearly an hour before every job that we play.  That gives us time to deal with anything unusual that pops up.  (We get a lot of that).

Sometimes though, being ready for a job early gives us time to reflect and repair.  Time to evaluate what we wish to accomplish that night, and try and find a way to survive.

It also gives us time to e a s e into playing.  Meaning: when we show up at someones’ “dinner table”, with big amplifiers and musical gear, it tends to spook them.  If you have big speakers, apparently, you are going to be loud.  Simply how people think that it works.  Doesn’t matter if it is true or not.  So, when we move equipment in any venue, we have to do it slowly and carefully.  We don’t want to ruin anyone’s dinner experience.

It was nearly full on this Friday night, and after the first set it was still full.  (Imagine that?).  Many people come in for dinner and then leave right after.  Not considering that entertainment will be part of their evening experience.  We know that coming in, and try our best to be entertaining, not overpowering.  It is a very fine line at times.

The weather was beautiful outside, with many opportunities for people on this wonderful Memorial Day weekend.  Lots of competition for their time and money.  We knew that it was going to be slower, and were just trying to make it fun for them while they joined us.

In the entertainment business, there are always wonderful things might happen when there are less people at the shows.  One great thing is that we can take more time to get to know people.  Time we wouldn’t normally have.  That is one of the best things we have enjoyed in the last few years; getting to know some really incredible people.

Not that easy, when you are a shy as Carl and I are.

Last Friday night was no exception.  We met several new people and got re-aquainted with some fans who had seen us earlier in the year.  They made a point to let us know that they enjoyed it so much the last time, that they simply had to come back again.

Nothing pleases us more!

Up the stairs to the second floor where it was a bit slow too, and yet, each and every person who was in attendance, was having a great time.

Paper Covers Rock was in full flight as I watched, blazing out the hits that made every one in the audience think . . . “Why isn’t this band on tour?”

Great question.

They have all the talent and showmanship.  I’m imagining that they simply need to get their foot in the door, and great things will happen.

For our second half of the night, we connected with some new, young wine entrepreneurs.   We discussed life, business and the fascinating marriage of wine and song.  Truly enjoyed the experience.

We have learned that you can never judge a day by simply looking at the calendar.  You can also never judge the quality of the crowd, by simply counting heads.  Its what’s inside those heads that really counts.

Spring is quickly giving way to summer.  We don’t look too far ahead.  We try and focus on what we have right now; and do our best to help everyone to enjoy the moment.

After all, its always summer somewhere, right?

Rb

Its always interesting; what awaits us inside, right before a show.  That’s what we were thinking about this Friday night, at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub, in Mt. Clemens Michigan.

Always something different.  That’s just one of the great things about entertaining.  Its usually not about us; but about the people who come to see us.  They bring the magic, really.

The people, the patrons, the fans bring their hopes, their dreams, their attitude into the pub; and it is up to us to recognize the vibe and answer it accordingly.

The goal, as always is to help everyone have the good time that they were seeking all along.

Sitting in the van before each performance, we never really know what awaits us.  We never know who is there, or how many, or even what kind of night its going to be.

We simply do what we need to do.  That is, we arrive early, well prepared and even in anticipation of what might go awry.

We begin on time, and are mindful of our employer, our surroundings and our audience.

We put in the work.  We never take the easy way road.  We always play over and above what we were contracted to do.  We listen to the people, and guide our music through their eyes and ears.

We try and talk to our audience.  To ask them how they feel about what we are trying to do.      We ask them what we can play to make them even happier.  Or help them forget about their troubles for a little while.  (All with the help and expert guidance of Johnny, Jim or Jack.)

When we do these simple, but important things, usually, the night goes our way.  We play, they enjoy. Pretty simple when you distill it down.

On this particular night, the crowd was good right out of the gate.  The pub was filled and eager to be entertained.  All except for the two guys who decided to sit right where the stage was.  They made it known in no uncertain terms that they did not want music of any kind to be played.  (Funny, people usually say that after they hear us play, not before.)

We thought that we should play anyway, and we did. The first set was pretty lively, for us. We usually ease into the night a little bit.  But on this night, however, we went full tilt, into the fray!

Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the analogy.  That powerful first set segued into the smooth second set, as the singer showed up early.  After a few songs, the entire bar was lamenting, Friends n Low Places in unison.

Upstairs, Paper was covering the rock, once again, to the delight of the surging crowd.   i must say again how tight this band is.  Very professional, very polished sound.  Great opportunity for anyone to listen to, a great, up-andd-coming band.

Back down those stairs we went, to entertain the second half of the night.  What started out big, has now gotten a little smaller.  No one really stays out late, like they used to.  We focus on the hours between eight and twelve, and try and play another hour, just for good measure.  But we have noticed that when it gets past twelve, the crowd starts to thin dramatically.

The ones left on this night were the “die hards”, determined to party, no matter what.  Shots were ordered, songs were sung and smiled were hung on the faces with care.

it was another good night that the Three blind Mouse.

Happy to have people to sing to.

Great to see friends come back for another visit.

Wonderful to make new memories for all of the above.

Rb

 

 

 

Some nights seem to take on the characteristics of the month that they are in.  A wintery night in December, cold and foreboding might see everyone bundled up and snuggling at their tables.  Patrons huddled together and enjoying hot food and warm drinks.  Whereas a sweltering summer night on the patio would enjoy a cold beverage and cooler island music, to hit that elusive sweet spot.

So, what of a transition night in late April?

Although it was our usual Friday night, it was still clinging onto the winters’ chill, with sullen skies and dampness all around.  Carl and I feared that only those hearty few would venture out on a night that was really not that friendly for neither man, nor beast.

Spoiler alert, we were wrong!

Even during our initial set-up, we noticed how busy it was.  Good for the Three Blind Mice Irish pub, in beautiful downtown Mount Clemens.

The people were filling the downstairs, where we hold court, and were loudly and emphatically out-and-about, as you might say.

Busy from the very first song always makes it a great night, and this particular Friday was no exception.

The requests started early, and really didn’t let up until we were knee-deep into our second set.  That is just what we love about playing; when we don’t have to think about what the people might want to hear, we just do what we’re told.  Perfect!

We can play just like that all night long.  Give us a favorite artist, and away we go.  That not only makes it easy, but for us, makes it fun too.

Good crowd.  Happy, loud and engaged.  We will take that any month of the year.  Not really sure why this night was so busy, but not really too worried about it either.  Just glad to go with the flow.

After the dust settled on the second set, we did get the chance to get upstairs and check out the Friday night band.  Paper Covers Rock was entertaining each and every one of the one hundred fans on the second floor, with ease.   They have an excellent, balanced sound that really cuts through the room with an edgy beat.  We listened to a few songs and really was impressed with their talent.  One can only hope for great things in their future.

Back downstairs, it was time to get everyone’s favorite, sung and enjoyed.  And, there were plenty of them to be shared, still.

You know that the night crescendoes when everyone is singing in unison, (Even if half of them don’t know the words).

One O’clock came sooner than we could envision, but just in time.  Although we were still getting song requests for our next set, from the enthusiastic table in front of us, it was sadly, time to pack it in for the night.

But don’t be too sad, Carl and I will be right back here in two weeks.  Maybe you could be right here too.

We can’t predict what the weather will be like; but we can predict that the music will be whatever you want it to be.  Hot, or cool.  Get your requests ready . . .

Rb

Although this Friday night, Carl and I arrived early to set up, the night seemed to go by in a flash.  Partly because of the great people that we were lucky enough to have show up, and partly because, when we are really “into it”, we get lost in the music.

At that point, time really has no effect on us.

And so it was this last Friday at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub.  The night seemed to go by in a flash.  The people came early and stayed most of the night.  A tribute to the great pub that takes such good care of them; and also to the people themselves, who all seem to enjoy live music.

Having said it a million times, I will apologize right now to express it once more: It is always about two things . . .  the music and the people.  They both need each other to work, and when they are both part of the equation, anything and everything is possible.

At one time or another, we had five tables of fans that had come in to hear us play.  Very rewarding, for sure.   Nothing is better than people who say that they traveled for great distances to hear us perform.  We do all that we can to make their experience very enjoyable.  On this night, we seemed to enjoy the experience as much, or more than even they did.

We began the night, watching the Wings on the many screens, and sampling the local cuisine.

Then as it became time to perform, we were pleasantly surprised by the many tables of fans that we have entertained over the last year, arriving to share their night with us.

And a very fun night it was.

As you know, nothing is better than when we get request after request from excited music lovers.  For us to be able to make their favorite songs come alive is a wonderful experience.  It is why we are still playing after all these many years.

Even better, is when we got requests for songs a little out of the mainstream: one of our specialties.  Everyone loves Margaritaville, but many people might not have heard the Peanut Butter Conspiracy.

Having so many tables surrounding us with smiling, laughing singing faces almost makes everything right.

It was a lot of fun downstairs, so Carl and I ventured upstairs to see what was going on.  To our delight, one of the very best bands around was playing: Under The Covers.  The lead singer has an amazing voice, singing everything from Bruno Mars to Journey!  We can’t say enough good things about this band, as they always bring their “A” game to the Mice.

Back down to earth, and downstairs as the evening unofficially was winding down.  We can tell the high point of any night is when we finish a set with the rock classic: American Pie.  It always seems to signal the crescendo of the evenings’ roller-coaster ride through our musical repertoire.

The night started early and was well attended throughout, but slowed quickly as the midnight hour arrived.  Our last set mellowed as the we ushered our friends into the night with some more thought provoking and contemplative selections, such as Hallelujah, and even an original selection.

An enjoyable evening to the early last.

It is very important for us to make sure that they people that go out of their way to return to hear us, know how much we appreciate it.

It is why we are still singing.

Rb

Bonus!  You can listen to the last set from Friday night, right here……

 

 

A new musical experience presented itself for Carl and I as we added a great new venue to our list of places we can categorically say, we enjoy playing.

The Firehouse Pub in St. Clair Shores opened their doors to our unique brand of entertaining on Saturday, April ninth.

Before we even brought our equipment inside, we sat down at the bar and had a drink with some of the regulars.  Sometimes that is a great way to scout out the place and get a gauge on the pulse of the crowd.  Sitting next to a guy who could literally walk to his house got us the inside track on what made the place tick.  He even introduced us to the owner, Brian.  (although we had met Brian previously at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub).

Brian made us even more at ease and directed us to the manager Chad, who offered to set us up with anything that we needed.  All that we had to do was to entertain the crowd, and we knew just how to do that.

Sometimes it takes us a bit to break the ice, so to speak, in a new venue.  Here, however, I believe that we both felt right at home from the very first note.

The response was overwhelmingly positive after our inaugural set was in the books.  Set up in the corner, it gave us a a great view to command the  attention of the entire room.

Filled with happy patrons engaged in their relaxing dinner and drinks, it was our chance to  take control of the evenings’ direction.

We began the night with some Jimmy Buffet, (always a safe choice), and then segued from Bob Seger right into the first of many requests at hand.

Beginning the second set with some country favorites and current hits, the evening was moving along quite nicely.  The sound mix from our corner was perfect, in that we could hear every note being played.  While all great places to entertain, there are many places that we play where we have to struggle to hear ourselves.  And, hearing is the most important thing there is in music.  Not here. For our little corner of the Firehouse proved to be the perfect spot to survey the crowd and offer up our rendition of so many spirited requests.

Halfway through the evening, we were joined by Sarah with her crew, to help celebrate her birthday.  They were all in their mid-twenties, and feeling pretty good about themselves.  (As they should have been).

They were fun and full of energy, singing and playing the Tamborine with reckless abandon.  I must say, Sarah is one of the few women that I have seen actually play the Tamborine while drinking a full beer.  Now, that’s talent!

One great thing about playing a new venue is that every song that you sing, seems to ring new in a different place.  New pub, new people, new acoustics.  Not exactly sure what it is, but the music itself becomes rejuvenated.

As the one O’clock hour approached, only the “die-hards” were still actively participating in the evenings’ adult refreshments.  That’s ok, it was time for us to pack it all up and hopefully come back another time.

The staff thanked us for a hard nights’ work, and we them.  Hopefully we will be back to fan the flames of musical memories once more.

Rb

Want to listen to the first set of the night?  Recorded live, April 9, 2016  Click on the microphone, and enjoy! 

 

 

Every night is different.

Every single show is memorable and unique.  No one can attest to that fact more than Carl and I, over the years.  We never know what type of evening awaits us until it ultimately unfolds.

Nothing wrong with that.  Its kind of like opening an Easter egg, as it always has the potential to be something unlooked for.

Delicious and memorable.

And so it went on Friday last at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub in Mount Clemens, Michigan.  Usually on a Friday night, we can count on several things happening. . .

1.) Folks will be eating.

2.) Folks will be drinking.

3.) Folks will be having a good time, talking, arguing relaxing, singing, shouting, laughing etc.

Beyond that is where the unknown lies . . .

A grey area, so to speak.  That grey area is where we come in.

We believe that someway, somehow, we do influence how the night is inevitably crafted.  If we do our job.  (which, most times, is not really a job, per say . . .), then we have drawn people in and satisfied  them.  We give them a respite from their trouble, worries and daily annoyances.

To give them a new song to sing, or better yet, do our best at singing one of their favorites is everything that we have ever hoped for.

But every show is different.  There is no script or set list that we have ever been able to follow.  As much as we have hoped for things to go a certain way, they have not.  Nothing wrong with that, as it tends to sharpen your skills as entertainers.  We generally go where the audience leads us.

We like it that way.

We do start out with one or at most two songs in mind to begin each show, and after that, all bets are off.  After all, the audience is who we are playing for.  We let them guide us.

They show us the musical way.

In that way, we can taylor our songs to fit any mood or atmosphere.  It is all part of our professionalism, a craft learned over many decades and thousands of performances.

We began on this night at eight, playing some Buffett to the few tables that remained after what passes for a normal dinner time of six O’clock.

Typically when we begin, most of those folks are about ready to head out the door, and make room for the next wave of evening affectionados.

As they settle in, it our job to guide them on an evening musical journey that hopefully will be lead by them.  We try our best to let them guide or way down the nights’ song-road.

We do our best to not hit a dead end, although I must admit that at times it happens.

Not on this night.  We began with JB, and headed out a bit slow, through the waves of island music to country and back again.  Lots of smiles and chatter, told us that we were pretty close to the mark, so far.

Then as we met some fans who stopped by to share their night with us again, we went down a road that was filled with oldies and classic rock.  From Creedence and Seger to The Beatles and Eagles.  It was a Journey that everyone was willing to take.

Usually on any given night, when the midnight hour approaches, the patrons seem to dwindle.  Not tonight.  The midnight lull soon gave way to an musical explosion when Sarah the Tamborine player and her entourage arrived with a vengeance.

All Carl and I could do was to hold on tight as we hurtled down the road at breakneck speed towards one O’clock and our musical destination.

One thing that we can always expect, as how we have learned to not expect anything. Every show is different.

Our very next road leads to the Firehouse, in Saint Clair Shores.  A new venue, a new adventure, to be sure.

There are many twists and turns on any given night.  For no apparent rhyme or reason.

Someday we will explore them all.

Rb

On a cold, drizzly Thursday evening in March, Carl and I played a new venue for the very first time.  Vast Kitchen & Bar was just beginning their dinner offering in earnest when we arrived to set up.

First impressions being what they are, our very first impression of Vast was how genuinely nice everyone was.  From the young lady who opened the door, to the smiling waiter welcoming us in, to the husband and wife owners who asked us to entertain.

How could any endeavor fail when when such care and customer service prevails.  Carl and I both knew that we needed to bring our “A” game on this important night.

Seven O’clock heard the very first song echoing through the cozy little restaurant.  We began with the legendary Jimmy Buffett, urging listeners to slow down, “You can’t run at this pace very long . . .”.  Wise words from a man who made his fortune extolling the virtues of relaxation and reward.

Vast seems the perfect place to do just that.  Rest, relax and unwind.  A place to discuss the troubles of the ever changing world fueled by a calming mixture of adult beverages and comfort food.  Its’ warm, hospitable table groupings, each nestled for maximum solitude, create an atmosphere of inspiration as well as introspection.

Most of the venues that we have played recently, tip their hats as gathering places to refuel and revel.  They are fun and favorable, yet loud and boisterous.

Here,Vast offers us the rare opportunity to play an entirely different genre of music.  For the first time in a long while, we are presented with the grand illusion of playing music that patrons can actually listen to.

When you are not hearing the click and clank of banging knives and forks on porcelain plates; or the banging and bashing of the wood tables on harder-wood floors, it is entirely possible that actual nuances in lilting melodies can be enjoyed.

I am not saying that Carl and I are classically trained impresarios, enlightening the masses as musical messiahs.  But every now and again, it is nice to be able to play a well-written song, not necessarily a top-ten hit, that people can actually hear and maybe even savor.

This is one of the main reasons we are excited about this new venue.  For us, it offers a new  and completely different chance to play many songs that we love, and yet have not been able to play in years, or maybe . . . ever.

On this very first night, ( actually, very first set), it took us a while to settle into a groove.  As in playing any new room, we had to get accustomed to the atmosphere, the patrons and the aural logistics.  It took most of the first set for our ears to get accustomed to the audio geometry of the floor plan.  The high ceilings seemed to pass our vocals right through to the far end of the room . . . l o u d l e y!

We made the needed adjustments, to everyones immediate approval, and felt much more at home after our first break.

Usually, we do much more during our break than just relax.  We talk to patrons.  We gather requests and canvas the staff to make sure that our entertaining is being met with the anticipated favor.  Listening to feedback from the people we are entertaining is probably the most important thing that we do.  In this way, we ensure that the wishes and expectations of the ones we are working for are fulfilled.

Tuned in to the second set, we re-connected quickly with an intriguing couple that had offered suggestions during our first set.  They had a nostalgic affinity for seventies music, and as fate would have it, that was right in our wheel-house.  Don Mclean, Van Morrison and Brandy all stopped by to win over the patrons, and the evening.

Soon it was ten O’clock and time to pack it all up.  But not before we had the chance to show everyone at Vast what we were capable of.  (Musically, that is).

All the people we talked with had very positive things to offer us.  The staff seemed happy, and the owners were delighted.

Hopefully we will get the call to entertain again as the restaurant holds so much promise for the future.  There is also a patio that waits only for spring and a new parking lot to blossom.  With any luck, we can be a part of it

When we arrived it was cold and drizzly.  When we left, we were warmed both body and soul.

Rb

On a wintery night in January, I was out with friends who wanted to try a new, hip restaurant, everyone was raving about.  Vast Kitchen & Bar

Although it was certainly not a surprise that I hadn’t heard anything about it; I was still intrigued by all the chatter.  As we arrived for what would turn out to be a very important evening, how could I have known what excellent service and care we would have experienced, on our very first visit.

The restaurant was charming, all right.  Contemporary styling and no-nonesense appointments, throughout.First-rate service by the greater, the wait staff and even the bartender.  After settling in and spending some time browsing through the ample offerings, we had time to truly reflect on our surroundings.

 

The place was full and brimming with conversation.  It seemed that even while engaged in the simple act of dining, what was being digested in earnest was good conversation.  A tribute to an atmosphere that nourishes not only the palette, but the heart and soul as well.  All that seemed to be missing was the sweet tones of an aching guitar.

Maybe we could fix that.  As it so happened, a concerned gentleman sidled up to our table to search out our feelings as we dined for the very first.  He introduced himself as Kola.  And while I was sure that he must the be the chef, I was delighted to find out that he was indeed the owner!

After exchanging our pleasantries and critiques on the evening we were enjoying so far, the subject of music was approched.

As we quizzed our host on the Vast history of music at his restaurant, somehow the idea that Carl and I might be a good fit to entertain someday.

Since Carl and I were both on vacation and in the studio for a month, that someday turned in to the immediate future.

After meeting with the owners, it was decided that we would play on the very next Thursday.

We are very hopeful that it will be a perfect place to play this spring and summer, as we have not entertained in any venue in this area on an regular schedule.

To say that both carl and I are excited is an understatement, as to me, personally, Vast Kitchen & Bar reminds me a great deal of a restaurant that we played for nearly five years at, in the nineties . . . Kokomos.

We have many fond memories of Kokomos, in downtown Mount Clemens.  So if of Vast experience is even close to that, everyone will be in for a real treat!

See you Thursday.

Rb

 

The Saturday after the big Saint Patrick’s day celebration was a day that Carl and I were fearing, even before it arrived.

Knowing all too well how difficult it is to play on any given St. Paddy’s Day, we have come to fear the worst over the years.

Meaning: we were afraid of how well we would be for the physical and emotional challenge  it is to play at the Mice; given that it was a mere two days after the “big, green day”, we were  a little trepidatious, to say the least.

As it turned out . . .  our fears were in vain, as once again, the people carried us to new levels of musical enjoyment.

There was a good, polite crowd all set and ready to go when we arrived.  These people were either patrons that elected to skip the craziness that is the 17th, or truly professional partiers, unfazed by something as silly as a date on the calendar that simply falls two days after the last opportunity to consume alcohol.

Either way; we win!

They were there all right, smiling, chatting and giving us their unique take on just what goes into an memorable night of song and drink.

Perfect!

Buoyed by the palpable energy and enthusiasm in the air, Carl and I rose to the occasion; immune to the aching thoughts and hurting limbs.

We started out strong, and got stronger as the many tables of new friends and aquaintences urged us to push our musical boundaries.  Good for them; as we need to be pushed from time to time.

We started out as we finished on the Thursday night before, with a healthy offering of Irish fan favorites: Whisky In The Jar, The Black Velvet Band, The Unicorn song and Danny Boy.

We started out that way, but soon moved on to other, more timely tunes.  Songs that tell the story of the ending of winter and the promise of spring.

Right now, singing about the coming of summer is literally music to peoples’ ears.

Through the evening we chatted with so many new fans.  People from near and far that found common ground in song and laughter; as we always do.

We conversed with some friends that we had met last year.  Friends that felt at home at the Mice, especially on their second visit.  So great to see people return because of the great time they had experienced previously.

It was truly a wonderful night.  Still physically demanding, but wonderful all the same.

It is our hope that those people who were so gracious to let us get to know them, will re-live that memory, in picture, smiles and music.

Until we see them again . . . . thanks for giving us the strength to keep going.

Rb

If ever you were looking for contrast from one event year to the next, this year and last would be the model.  St. Patrick’s Day, 2015 was a slow, meandering Tuesday that never fulfilled its promising potential.  On the other hand, this years’ celebration was vibrant, strong and steady from the beginning of the eight O’clock hour, until the last Irish dog was hung.

Looking back even now, does nothing to wash away the feeling we had then: 2015 st. Pat’s was a bust.  While we were anything but certain at the time, now in retrospect, we can anoint it for what it was; a nice quiet day.  Yes, it was slow.  The weather wasn’t the greatest, but shouldn’t really be held accountable as the main reason that the day fizzled.  While the summer-like celebration of 2012 will probably be the water mark that forever resonates with Carl and I for many reasons, the last few have been trending slower and slower since.

What worried us more than anything, was if this apparent trend would continue.  That people were just not willing to go out any longer during a work week and devote the entire day to celebration and revery; no matter what the cause.  It seemed to us that the times had finally changed.  Finally the new aggressive scrutiny in law and prosecution would effectively abolish social revery once and for all.

After all, our society is still evolving, right?

Nah . . .

Last year was just a fluke.  We know now that it was, because this year came roaring back with an vengeance!

Green men and women were out in full force doing all the stupid stuff that have been a yearly tradition since apparently doing stupid stuff was invented.

Great news for us, as that is how we make our living on the seventeenth of March!

And so it went this year, at Clancey’s at eight O’clock in the morning on a Thursday in March.  Our day began with The Whistling Gypsy, (our traditional Irish opening), and eased into second gear about a half our into our first set with The wild Rover.
( Did ya’ know that our first Irish album is all online . . . listen to Irish Hearts right here.)

Clancey’s began to fill quickly and we needed to keep pace.  The music got faster, as tempos raced and melodies got simpler.  Soon bagpipers arrived to do what they do.

The green beer began to flow in earnest, and all the while we played . . . Green alligators, and long-necked geese . . .

As the two O’clock hour approached we had completely filled the bar.  Enthralled that this year would begin the pendulum swing back to a more normal level of insanity, we set our sights on the second half of our day.

After a quick tear-down and set up, we were soon letting those green alligators loose upon unsuspecting partiers in an entirely new location.  Their entertainment was just winding down as we arrived to stake our claim on the main course of the day.

The five O’clock hour had us attempting to pick up where we had left off at two.  Only now we were at The green Lantern Lounge with our long time friend Jewels.  Jewels brought us to Rosy O’ Grady’s in the nineties.  We played there for many a St. Pat’s party, and followed her to Limelight’s, in Rochester.

Now at the Lantern once more, we could settle in and enjoy the sweet aroma of green beer and pizza.  All we needed to do was to add music, and that we did.  Several friends followed us from location to location on this day, never missing a beat or a chorus.

We are never too sure if people come to hear us on St. Pat’s at the lantern, as the food is the main reason for their visit.  I guess I wonder what most patrons are thinking when they walk in, sit down and are faced with Seven Old Ladies.

Funny how this year the most asked question was, “If we knew any Irish music?”.  Classic.

It was a great crowd at the Green Lantern.  They sat, they listened, they ate and still had request after request.   Wonderful smiles and suggestions kept the music flowing, right up until the very last hour of ten.

In the end, any Saint Patrick’s celebration is a lot of work for us.  So many songs over so many hours.  But the rewards always outweigh the troubles or aches and pains.

As always, we will be looking forward to next years’ celebration.  A day to spend with friends, family and every Irish heart.

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