Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!

Originally Posted by richlevy

Clandestine was my favorite Celtic band, bodhran, fiddle, highland pipes, and guitar. I still remember coming out of the Tin Angel with my ears almost bleeding from listing to amplified pipes in a small venue with a tin ceiling and wood floors.

I could use a little spin on a red brick floor
In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door
Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend
And it's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again

Oh. the Blue Ridge mountains at the fall of the night
It sure feels good when you cross that line
I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon
I'll say-a-Great White North... honey here's to you sleep tight...

-Nancy Griffith, "Red Brick Floor"