St Pats Weekend, Part 1....
Well. Hello there. This was MEANT to be an account of the weekend so far, and be complete with pictures and witty bits, but I hadn't counted on having the Brain of Zombie, tho I should have seen it coming, truth be told. You can't PLAY this much and not have Brain of Zombie. We shall see what happens....
St Pats started on Friday, full house, and these people were READY. They may still be ready. And despite flying from LA late Thursday and getting up for work early on Friday, I was feeling pretty fine too.
Until Paul called. Paul is sick. No, make that SICK. He has a "cold" that is affecting him like the potato famine affected Ireland. Did I mention his VOICE is gone???? Good thing the crowd was one who seemed to like my funny bits and fiddle tunes as much as anything. It would have been BAD to have had to play the kind of show where we had to depend on singing, like the kind of crowd who wanted to hear Whisky in the Jar, over and over...( read: foreshadowing )
Skip to 2:00 Saturday. St Paul. I had never been to St Paul on St Pats. They seem to take it much more seriously than, oh, say, ANYTHING else going. We were playing a place I had never gigged, and scheduled to play in the tent they had set up in their parking lot. Oh, how cute, thinks I, who is going to show up to hang in a little tent, in the 30 degree temps, and listen to music at 2 in the afternoon...
Well, maybe 1000 people?????? And it wasn't one little tent, it was two huge ones hooked together. It was FULL at 2:00. And they were Not At All Sober. And I felt SO under dressed (hard to do in black velvet and rhinestones) These people work all year on their Green Outfits.
It then got fuller. And wilder. And Greener. I've never seen anything like it. Ever.
Fuller. Wilder. Greener. That is as much as my Brain of Zombie can bear to recall, tho I am sure the stories will come back in bits and pieces over the next few weeks.
Every so often bands of pipers would come piping thru. And every so often, someone would come to the stage and ask us to announce things like "if you are on the Killian's Buses, numbers 2, 5 7 or 8, they will be departing in 15 minutes..." Buses were lined up around the block and kept coming. And coming.
Onto the evening gig. Yes, same day. Fuller, wilder. Greener. But very very fun. The Mighty Fitz came down with his pipes, which was just exactly perfect. And everyone concerned, with the possible exception of Paul's voice and my fingers, had a wonderful time. (tho Paul was reduced to quoting Dr Suess, or rather, SPEAKING only in Dr Suess. A lesson in mixing 5 different cold medicins, Red Bull and Whiskey. Fortunately, it was hilarious..)
Which was just exactly perfect.
Tonight, the video with the Tim Malloys, and I am sure some sitting in will happen, no doubt, and tomorrow, all day and all night again.
Which sounds just excactly perfect too.
To be continued....(hopefully)
Love and Brain of Zombie,