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Sleeve Notes
For those of you who weren't at The Blarney Stone Pub the nite we made this album, let me bring you up to date. First of all, it was so crowded we had to lock the Fire Marshall in a store room. We barely had room for the band! The band. What a band. It consisted of one genuine Irishman, a Scot, an Italian and a reformed Lithuanian. The audience in turn, was made up of more ethnic groups than the UN. And when we announced that the recording was over, they threatened to riot if they didn't get at least three more encores! Mass quantities of spirits were consumed. So mass that mid-way through the evening. Tim Finnigan himself came in, said he was trying to sleep and would we please keep the noise down!
But, did we have fun? Man, I hope to shout! Now if you happened to miss all this, fear not! All you have to do to recreate the evening is gather together some friends, stock in a supply of your favorite brew and put on this album. The songs included here are guaranteed to tickle your fancy, make you want to sing and shout and maybe bring a tear to your eye. Oh, by the way, if you don't happen to be Irish, don't worry! You'll still enjoy yourself. Because something happens when you play this music. It gives you such a good feeling, that nothing else matters. And that, my friend … is magic.
Mike Lowe