@xris,
xris wrote:No i have not but ill keep my ears open..Dublin in the sixties was my kind of heaven, I followed folk music with my Irish friend Bill.He played the guitar and i groaned.The trouble was if he was drunk and someone gave him the mike you had to fight him to get it back.
I have to share this with you Xris. Many years ago, when i was about nineteen or so, my cousins and I played music in a little bar in Phoenix. One night, we were there playing and my cousin Steve was singing. The only ones in the bar were a couple of drunk fellows who were a bit cantankerous. During a pause, one of those fellows asked my cousin if he took requests. Steve said, well, yes. The drunken fellow then asked if he could sing, "far away". Steve looks up in the air and begins to hum the words "far away". The drunks busted out laughing.
Poor Ole steve didn't pick up on it. Later on that evening, the ole drunks asked Steve how long it would be until the next set. He said, oh, about a half hour or so. The drunk said, good. that will give me time for another drink and I can get the **** outa here.