Good craic last night at The Persian; excellent music, a roaring fire, three pints of Guinness, a shot of whiskey, a trio of French girls and a mandolin player from Nashville! Yowza! Somehow, cowboy boots and big metal belt buckle included, one of the band members touring with Justin Earle (son of Steve Earle) ended up at The Persian last night. I thought he was kidding when he said he was from Nashville! We bonded over tales of Seattle and The Tractor (a local Seattle music venue). I have him to thank for the third pint of Guinness and the whiskey, and without him I may have actually been able to wake up today without the room spinning. Thank you Cory. Show your support for some boys from Nashville, the new album is called The Good Life, and I endorse it whole-heartedly even though I've never heard it. Well I listened to a few songs on MySpace and thoroughly enjoyed them. Contrary to what you may be thinking, the title does not refer to yours truly. Though perhaps I should adpot it as my theme song.
The French girls there were couchsurfing with Marty Kelly. It was raining and Marty gave them all fancy dress hats to wear, which made things amusingly surreal; three french girls walking around wearing funny hats in a crowded Irish pub called The Persian. Priceless.
Ah, the good life ;)
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Living the life! I wouldn't mind switching places with you right about now.
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