
Kevin invited me to busk me bagpipe at his pub (The Celtic Curtain) for St. Patty's day. I was there from Three in the afternoon until Ten in the evening with my son Evan (directly behind the
buxxum young wench). Ev is learning to play the bagpipe, but he sings an absolutely outstanding
repertoire of Celtic songs. Most are drinking songs although he also does many
ballads, and a lot of music made popular by the
Wolftones. His infectious personality quickly captures any crowd and sucks them into the party.

We spent some time outside on the side walk to chum in patrons, but most of the time was spent inside. By 8 pm almost everyone was well fed with
Kevin's outstanding fare, and well, pretty well into
their cups. By request I closed my last set of the evening with Amazing Grace (remember most of the C
elts here were "Celts for a day"), and as I looked around the room at 200 drunken Celts and Celtic Wannabes singing along at the top of
their lungs I knew it was time to "get out of Dodge".
2 comments:
I was drunk, and claim no responsibility for my actions there! Nice hooters
There is no point in denying it lad. Clearly it was you. No one would have ever believed that could be done with a kilt! Aye, and now they've closed the Celtic Curtain forever.
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