Tuesday 13th March
We knew that there were many Irish people, or people of Irish decent, living down the East Coast of America, but we had failed to put two and two together to appreciate that this would mean that St Patrick's Day is big news. In our local neighbouhood the Valentine's wreaths (which had replaced the Christmas ones) were removed and up went greenery of all sorts, with Leprichauns's springing up in gardens and mail boxes being adorned with yet more seasonal flags. Our well informed Kindergartener returned from school full of stories about pots of gold, rainbows and the lucky four leafed clover. A naughty Leprichaun even visited their classroom during recess and muddled everything up. For us it was the opportunity to tick off one of the "must -dos" and see our favourite Irish band, who friends know we have been following for far to long, The Saw Doctors (http://www.sawdoctors.com/) play in down town Philly at the Theatre of the Living Arts (http://tlaphilly.com/venue-information) on South Street. We had a fun evening - the band knew better than to play their new stuff to these seasoned followers and so the crowd was rocking in the Dail as firm favourite followed firm favourite. Their songs relating to immigration rang a whole new chord. One of the best things about seeing the Saw Doctors is that although the band seems to be getting a bit older the demographic profile of the fans doesn't change (well to us at least) and it fair takes us back to our student days. Anthony Thistlethwaite's saxophone solo was a high-light. We don't believe our Irish landlord was among the fans, but maybe the labourer suing him was - at least the Sheriff has stopped trying to serve the court papers to our house now, but that is an entirely different story.
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