I'm terribly far behind on blogging, but after tonight, I have to skip over the past day and a half to share with you the joy that I experienced tonight. Call it corny, but we ate dinner in an Irish pub along the river in Savannah. I had shepard's pie, and (what else) wine... But all that paled in comparison to the entertainment. This guy Frank Emerson from Dublin who did live traditional (for the most part) Irish music. Words can not describe how amazing this guy was. He had the whole shtick down. Amazing baritone, great guitar player, and could B.S. with the best of them (the Irish, that is). On top of all this he looked like George Bernard Shaw, with a shorter beard. Every other song, we had a toast, because he was that thirsty ;-) A true Irish troubadour, in the flesh. Played such classics as Lannigan's Ball, Wild Irish Rover, Wiskey in the Jar, and (at my request) the Black Velvet Band (he claimed this was his favorite song--doubtful, but it was still great when he played it). He didn't just play Irish music though. His repertoire also included some Scottish and Australian songs. But he also sang some Buddy Holly as well (I suspected something like this, as the dude was wearing wing tips).
Now he even, at one point, conned me and some other poor woman up to the front to demonstrate the hand motions that go with the Unicorn Song (written, don't forget, by a Jewish guy from New York--you may have heard of him, he's also written such classics as the Giving Tree and Where the Sidewalk Ends...) ANYWAY, Frank was none too pleased that someone (NOT ME) had requested the Unicorn Song, but when he looked out into the audience and noticed myself and some other lady doing hand motions (most of which did not match), he insisted we come up front and demonstrate for the audience. I have no doubt I will regret this to the end of my days, as April evidently recorded most of it on her camera. I had been hoping that what happens in Savannah would stay in Savannah, but I suspect not. However, he had totally won me over earlier in the set, when, at the request of someone else in the audience (NOT ME) he played the Notre Dame Victory March. That's right folks. Late May in a random Irish pub in Savannah, and a real Irish bard played the Notre Dame Victory March. Suffice it to say, I leaped to my feet, clapping and singing along. He'd won me over.
What an amazing evening. April & Morgan were great sports about staying as long as we did, although I suspect they were having almost as good at time as I was.
Truly, these are the things that great memories and wonderful lives are made of...
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