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[sholanda]

seq's last day already.

we're going to have applesauce pancakes and god knows what else.

i need some flogging molly songs since i'm going to their show. anyone have any to share?

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[insecuritiesinc.livejournal.com]

Can't say that I do. Not a fan.

[themouse.livejournal.com]

Kip, I will miss you so much.

Byenow. ;-)

[sholanda.livejournal.com]

heh. i was wondering when you were gonna say something.

[themouse.livejournal.com]

And I luuuuurved him so much before. ;-)

[insecuritiesinc.livejournal.com]

Loser!!

;)

[themouse.livejournal.com]

I guess it's a little different for me.

Picture this, Sicily, 1954. SoCal, 1974, I'm spending weekends with my grandparents, who are estranged from my mother for being the oldest child & getting a divorce in a staunch Catholic family. I was a baby & knew/felt/had tension. My Granny (born in Ireland) would sing whenever possible to help soothe us. In the kitchen, when conversation was yucky, while we were in the bath, putting us to sleep, riding in the car, etc. She'd sing all these old Irish songs & mix them in with some likely tall tales. She'd tell us stories before the songs & how so & so O'Flannery was related to our uncles, cousins, aunt who was a priest. We loved it. And being the only Irish family we knew - in California, no one gives a mad fuck who/what/where you're from - we only shared these times/music/stories with each other.

We all have every Irish CD & tape & album that's put out here in the US. Same old, same old of Danny Boy's & Amazing Grace's, really. It never was quite what we were looking for & Granny's voice has gone down the shitter, so we have old video & just our memories these days. Even on summer trips to Ireland the family hasn't been able to *really* capture the sounds we heard all our lives. There's village music (not to be confused with village people) & things that are just passed on through families & not the media. We couldn't find *the* music. (But we do teach all the little ones, we've even created a handbook & tapes of our own!)

Anyway, cut to 3 years ago & I'm at Warped Tour. On some far away stage I hear a man belting out an old song I hadn't heard in 25+ years. I mean to tell you I BEE-LINED to that stage. Tears & all. Here was this man, almost in tears himself, talking about his family elders singing him this song. Bagpipes and all. According & flute. And then WHAMO slam dancing & punk errupts!

I fell in love.

I've turned as many as I could onto them. (Though I fully understand it's not for everyone.) Some of my harsher more stubborn converts have had to be taken to the pub where it all began & seen then in an intimate venue. Others just "Felt," it through me, I think.

It was signed and sealed after my beloved Johnny Cash died & I went to see Flogging Molly a week later. The lead singer bawled like a baby on stage & told this story of how in some distant way they were related & how after his own father died, he let JC take on that role & how he is where he is today because of The Man & then sang (a cappella mind you) another song that only my Granny ever seemed to know the words to.

I am owned by these boys. And so lucky to have found them. I know it's different for me. It's just in my blood.

But while I'm down here, I guess there's no Dropkick Murphys or Pogues to be sold to you either, right? I shut up now?

[insecuritiesinc.livejournal.com]

Great story!! I can handle Dropkick Murphy and the Pogues.

[sholanda.livejournal.com]

wow mousie that was great. i am really excited for the show.

[themouse.livejournal.com]

Me too, girl. Everyone is so excited you're coming, too. Do you want to have dinner with us first? Or should we pick you up after?

[sholanda.livejournal.com]

who is everyone and where are you going for dinner and what time?

[themouse.livejournal.com]

Sushi. NoHo. 7ish. coral, justj, matte and my old roommate Eryn.

We can pick you up after, if that's easier. We'll be right down the street.

[sholanda.livejournal.com]

no i wanna come!

[themouse.livejournal.com]

Ok, we'll talk more when it gets closer & I see who flakes who is up for what.

My friends can't ever be nailed down to anything. We're going to the show & there's a gang of us. We'll have fun no mattah what. And I'm so glad you're coming.

I get to see your new reddish hair.