A blizzard behind us, some more snow ahead, I need a dose of summer. This post was written after the 2010 Colorado Irish Festival show.
Five weeks till St. Paddy’s Day weekend and back to back nights with Angus Mohr.
What could be better than sailing along with good friends, sunshine, and music?
Navigating past the inflatable Jameson bottle, whisky tasting, and beer tent, the Jameson stage rises out of Clement Park’s well watered grass. We forgot our camp chairs, but remembered the O’Connor’s, so we were floating lovely and fine by the time Potcheen yielded the oars to Angus Mohr.
An hour is scant harbor and slips away too fast, especially since we’d become spoiled by three Angus shows in four weeks, and the next one, August 14, is more than a month away. By the time I’d gotten pictures, “Whisky in the Jar”, “Debt to the Devil”, “Foggy Dew”, and “Devil’s Dance Floor” had dropped off the horizon along with the first half of the set.
However, spectating is only surface skimming . The damn ankle that had anchored me to my chair for the entire Cheyenne…
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