Whew! THE MIGHTY REGIS put on one hell of a show at this past Thursday's Muirshin Durkin at Clancy's in Long Beach. They're a phenomenal bunch of people, and I encourage you to see them in small venues while you still can, because I see big things (and big stadiums) in their future.

Overall, it was just a really positive night, filled with high energy and warm, fuzzy feelings: an excellent crowd fueled by excellent music. This all served as a bright, encouraging reminder of why I wanted to start this sort of thing in the first place. If you missed out, I'm sorry for your loss. If you really want to rub salt in the wound, Jason DeFillippo (who is, among other things, a photographer; his work was recently featured as the cover of Liam Clancy's new album) captured the spirit of the evening with a few heartwarming -- or heartbreaking if you weren't there -- pictures.

But take heart! We hope to have 'em back in a few months -- and they're one of the hardest working bands on the circuit right now, so I imagine you'll be able to see 'em at a favorite watering hole near you (if you happen to live near Los Angeles or San Diego). I know I'll be seeing 'em at The Auld Dubliner in Long Beach on November 22nd; check their site for upcoming shows and, for Pete's sake, pick up their new album. It's stunning.

Next month's Muirshin Durkin will be on December 11th (as always, the second Thursday of every month), and we'll be proud to present HOIST THE COLORS. The lads and lady from THE MIGHTY REGIS had nothing but great things to say about them, which leads me to believe that you should take the opportunity to get your filthy mugs out of the house and over to Clancy's that night! I know I'm already looking forward to it -- and looking forward to seeing you there!

DINNER
Delicious. (That's all I'm saying right now, except that vegetarian meals will be available for those who prefer them.)

As aforementioned, the damsel and I will be making our way up to San Francisco this weekend to visit the good Mister Thor and see the Shane MacGowan fronted Pogues! That's not 'til Monday night, though.

On Saturday evening (when we get into town), the plan is to make our way to The Balclutha, a late 19th century ship where a chantey sing will be hosted (as it is on the first Saturday of every month). Anyone else up in that there misty old seaport ever make it to this event? It'd be splendid to meet up with you! It's at 8:00 pm, lasts 'til midnight, and it's free! It's recommended that you "bring a mug for hot cider," though I suspect it's of the unfortified variety.

Hah, hey! That's why flasks were invented, eh?

Make sure to call ahead (415 556-6435) and get your name on the list just to be assured a spot, because I guess they can get pretty crowded. Hargh!

I'm not sure what other mischief-making might be involved in this trip northward, but we'll be in San Francisco from Saturday night to Tuesday afternoon. If you want to meet up during that time, drop me a line! We'll exchange numbers and perhaps duel in some back alley or get in a proper barfight! I don't get to see my San Francisco friends often enough.

In closing, here's an old favorite that wraps up the occasion-to-come quite well, methinks. Cheers!

The Pogues: Sea Shanty

Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back on the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea.

I could fuck all the whores in damnation, me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I'd drink 'til I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won't go down to the sea any more.

But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn't give you me the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn't give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here!

A man's ambition must indeed be small
To write his name upon a shithouse wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all...

And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit
A monument of solid shit now, me boys
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet...

The Bank
3 of Clubs
1123 N. Vine
Hollywood, California



It's Memorial weekend! Rob a bank (not ours), fill your flask, roll your stockings, find your best hat, and come on out to dance the night away!

This week, The California Navels will be performing their novelty and popular music from the 1920s and '30s, along with original tunes that sound like they were written in the 1920s and '30s... [here's their MySpace page, since all the kids seem to dig it these days.]

Don't be a piker! Come out and play. We know you don't have to work on Monday!

DJ Algonquin will be turning tunes all night. I, Loud Louisa, will be throwing out dead soldiers and we'll all be dancing 'til the doors close.