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[mapsedge]

Well, happy fucking St. Patrick's day. An Irish holiday that the Irish celebrate with Gaelic pride festivals, fireworks, and attendance at Mass, and that the Americans celebrate by dressing up like Scotsman, listening to Raggae covers of "Go Lassie Go", and drinking pasteurized beer. No thanks. I'm wearing my green shirt to avoid the ridicule of the "kiss me I'm oirish" morons out there, but that's it. I'll do my Irish imigration and rebel tunes tomorrow night at the coffee house and call it good.

I'm irritable because I'm feeling in my chest the same thing MLJM suffered from a month ago and is currently revisiting. Hurts to cough, chest feeling tight, and I've psyched myself up for this concert and may not get to do it. Can't breathe = can't sing. One's sort of dependent on the other, dontcha know. Got the menthol ointment on my chest*, plan to drink lots of hot liquid today, and hope for the best.

* a terrific product called Soltice, like Vicks but stronger. The kind of stuff you can't rub on your chest for more than a week without it starting to eat through to your ribcage. Can't get it north of the Kentucky line, so far as we've been able to find.

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[foolscap001.livejournal.com]

Amen. Long ago I went with some friends and coworkers to downtown Chicago, where for St. Patrick's Day they dye the river a brighter shade of green than it normally is, for the parade. I ditched them shortly after the post-parade pub crawl began... and since then have just listened to Irish music in honor of the day.

It's a good day for Robbie O'Connell's "You're Not Irish" (http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/pages/tiNOTIRISH.html).

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

O-H W-O-W. What a terrific song! Is there an MP3 version out there somewhere? A quick Googling didn't turn up anything.

I'm on the cast of a movie with two Irish characters. One of the actors claims to be "real" Irish, and I'd like to strangle her with her own too-bright red hair. Two giveaways: the Hollywood-Cork accent (I have friends from Cork and Dublin, and none of them sound like her), and she blames everything on "leprechauns". When I was in Ireland, the only place I saw leprechauns was in the airport - near the American Airlines desk - and at the gift shops adjacent to the American hotels. Ick.

[foolscap001.livejournal.com]

Alas, I don't know where one can find an MP3 of it. Best I can do is point you at the composer/lyricist's web site, www.robbieoconnell.com, where you can find the lyrics better formatted and spelled, and with a note pointing you at a CD that Mr. O'Connell recorded it on.