I'll probably regret indulging the most base of St. Patrick's Day impulses, but I have fond memories of a few March 17th celebrations I have no business remembering. We fall behind when we take too many breaks to let it all blow, but perhaps we can indulge ourselves this one. May the amateurs take it easy on themselves this year. May luck become an operative word again, Irish or otherwise. And may Christy Moore's "Delirium Tremens" be the only ones of the sort you experience after a night of drinking green things.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Christy Moore, "Delirium Tremens"
I'll probably regret indulging the most base of St. Patrick's Day impulses, but I have fond memories of a few March 17th celebrations I have no business remembering. We fall behind when we take too many breaks to let it all blow, but perhaps we can indulge ourselves this one. May the amateurs take it easy on themselves this year. May luck become an operative word again, Irish or otherwise. And may Christy Moore's "Delirium Tremens" be the only ones of the sort you experience after a night of drinking green things.
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Thanks Gaz. I just spent 20 minutes sampling other songs (Don't Forget Your Shovel, Ordinary Man). Very cool on St. Paddy's Day.
This is wonderful to hear, Rod; it means I've done my job as a pop commentator. Sláinte!
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