Dropkick Murphy's is a group of fat American lads singing Celtic Punk. Their original singer quit the band to join the Boston Fire Department; a replacement singer was found, but is not as good.
They had some notoriety as the opening act for the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and once for Springsteen. But other than that, they perform faux Celtic punk music for drunk white boys in the mosh pit. They want to be the Boston version of The Clash, but that ain't happening.
And OMG it's snowing here at the cabin as well. Joe Bastardi who predicted last year's series of polar vortices and related cold/snow, has predicted that this winter will be colder and snowier than last winter.
Stock the brandy cabinet, friends, and buy warm socks.
The view from Boston is the Dropkick Murphys are an embarrassment.
At least that's MY view from Boston and that of every other adult I know who has anything to do with Celtic music of any kind whatsoever. They were even an embarrassment to my older son when he was 17. "Pure crap" is I think how he put it.
With absolutely no evidence to back it up whatsoever, I state with all confidence that the Dropkick Murphys' loss was the Boston Fire Department's gain.
I was at Three Dogs Tavern, or Los Tres Peros as we used to call it back in the day, back in the day when we were too stupid to notice $45-$65 extra, extra dollars, in drinks were charged to our tab, which was always huge with five or eight or ten people socializing (socialized).
Long story short, great bar, new system and staff and management measures and whatnot.
Great place.
But back when they used to rip us off, the fucking bassist for Dropkick Murphy paid for my whole tab one night.
The Irish about it was I owed my buddy, who lived a block away on Moncreif, before it was the social hub it is now but because his beau was/is plus 160 IQ they lived there then as they've grown, because one night previous I was broke and he offered to pay my way.
Crazy ginger story.
I didn't even have a beard then, which highlights the redness of my being even more than the roots tophead.
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They've departed.
OMG, it's snowing here HEAVILY!
Wait, you're in Colorado now?
Made it to 1:39.
Bad-ass banjo?
Bad-ass accordion?
Sorry, no sale
Also sounds suspiciously similar to rap.
And yes, there is something wrong with that.
deb - Still in upstate New York. Now it's just cloudy but earlier it snowed like mid-December.
Dropkick Murphy's is a group of fat American lads singing Celtic Punk. Their original singer quit the band to join the Boston Fire Department; a replacement singer was found, but is not as good.
They had some notoriety as the opening act for the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and once for Springsteen. But other than that, they perform faux Celtic punk music for drunk white boys in the mosh pit. They want to be the Boston version of The Clash, but that ain't happening.
And OMG it's snowing here at the cabin as well. Joe Bastardi who predicted last year's series of polar vortices and related cold/snow, has predicted that this winter will be colder and snowier than last winter.
Stock the brandy cabinet, friends, and buy warm socks.
The view from Boston is the Dropkick Murphys are an embarrassment.
At least that's MY view from Boston and that of every other adult I know who has anything to do with Celtic music of any kind whatsoever. They were even an embarrassment to my older son when he was 17. "Pure crap" is I think how he put it.
With absolutely no evidence to back it up whatsoever, I state with all confidence that the Dropkick Murphys' loss was the Boston Fire Department's gain.
I was at Three Dogs Tavern, or Los Tres Peros as we used to call it back in the day, back in the day when we were too stupid to notice $45-$65 extra, extra dollars, in drinks were charged to our tab, which was always huge with five or eight or ten people socializing (socialized).
Long story short, great bar, new system and staff and management measures and whatnot.
Great place.
But back when they used to rip us off, the fucking bassist for Dropkick Murphy paid for my whole tab one night.
The Irish about it was I owed my buddy, who lived a block away on Moncreif, before it was the social hub it is now but because his beau was/is plus 160 IQ they lived there then as they've grown, because one night previous I was broke and he offered to pay my way.
Crazy ginger story.
I didn't even have a beard then, which highlights the redness of my being even more than the roots tophead.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bGOgY1CmiU
I just called, to say, I love you.
At least that's MY view from Boston and that of every other adult I know who has anything to do with Celtic music of any kind whatsoever.
That a bit harsh. You can Pogue Mahone.
I like them a lot.
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