Tonight Move Like Seamus heads down I-95 to Ireland's Four Fields. We're playing four sets from 9pm-2am, the second in a series of four St. Patty's weekend shows. We had a pretty tight show last night at Mick's so we should be hot tonight--drop in if you're in DC. If you're in B'more take the Marc and get potted.
We got our first taste of what might be in store for us Tuesday last eve: a clan of drunken young hotties twirling dizzyingly before the stage with full pints sloshing on the floor. Craig the manager followed them around with a towel, mopping up, but they didn't notice. One leaned in to talk to me mid-song and said "sorry I put beer on your instrument." Then she slipped down the stairs to the bar and cracked her head on the floor. A strapping young lad accompanying them whistled and clapped and jumped, screaming at the top of his lungs "Awesome fiddle dude! Awesome drum man! Kick Arse!"
After the Pogues and Flogging Molly covers Craig asked us to play something "downbeat."