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18th March.
The clown car went back yesterday
so we squeeze into our tiny batty van and make the
seven-hour journey to Atlanta, Georgia. This means
we are unable to hear via the miracle of Alan’s
computer, the C.I.S. cup final back at home. Nevertheless,
we get the result once we arrive in Georgia so congratulations
to the Hibs.
This is the first time we have played in Atlanta for
some Seven years and as such, is also the last time
I have seen my Aunt Fern. Also at the show is Martin
from the British Consulate here who informs us that
Ireland has Eliminated Pakistan from the Cricket world
cup: Cricket rarely gets a mention on ESPN. A warm
crowd in a great venue – The Red Light Café.
We make our way into the night after the gig for we
have two days to travel the 800 miles to Houston,
Texas.
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| Monday,
19th March.
To be honest, I don’t really
know where we stayed last night but today is a batty
holiday; We are off to Montgomery, Alabama to see
the grave of Hank Williams but not before a fine southern
lunch of mesquite chicken, corn bread, chow chow,
greens, squash and black eyed peas at the Farmers
Market Café on North McDonough street.
Next to the grave of Hank Williams and his wife Audrey,
lays two substantial plots of deceased airmen killed
while training in America during the 1939-45 war -
One French, the other Royal Air Force. It comes as
some surprise that so many men lie here but supposedly
airborne warfare was in its relative infancy.
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Our destination today is Baton Rouge,
Louisiana, home of the fighting Tigers of Louisiana
State University. We have been advised to eat a Mike
Andrews restaurant, himself an ex tigers football
player. Raw oysters and crawfish etouffee washed down
with gallons of Abita beer: damn fine after a five
hundred mile drive. After tea we head to Fred’s
bar and grill, for some digestifs and pool. Alan is
in shark mode and manages to put all the local students
in their place while the rest of us have a few drinks
with Lenny and his cousin Brett: a couple of local
lads.
Tuesday,
20th March.
Today’
journey is a comparatively easy three-hundred miles,
so we afford ourselves the luxury of a lunch at Antlers
in downtown Lafayette, Louisiana before heading off
to McGonigles Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Rusty
is in ebullient mood after St. Patrick’s day
and we have a full house including my folks who have
travelled from California and Lenny and Brett who
have come all the way from Baton Rouge so a great
night was had by all.
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The
Austin Motel: Groovy Baby! |
Wednesday,
21st March.
There
is little I can say about Austin, and Houston for
that matter, which I haven’t said before. The
music is great everywhere, Griff, Susan and Christopher
are in fine form and the Austin
Motel has been done up to an even stranger level
than before.
Thursday,
22 March.
MacHenry’s
on West Magnolia in Fort Worth has live music seven
nights a week thanks to its owner, John Walker, himself
a singer songwriter. The protagonists for our concert
tonight however are Craig Scotland from Dunfermline
and Deanna Smith, both of whom are fine musicians.
Deanna sings solo and with a group called Jiggernaut
while Craig is the excellent bodhranist with Shift
who was our support tonight.
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Friday
and Saturday, 23rd and 24th March.
This,
our final weekend of this grand tour takes us to Tulsa
in the great state of Oklahoma which celebrates its
centenary this year. And it is with great celebration
that we find that during the intervening six years
since we have last played at the Performing Arts Center
in downtown Tulsa, there has been an addition of several
bars and restaurants within two blocks of our hotel.
Perhaps
the most notable of these is McNellies,
an Irish bar/restaurant boasting scores of draught
beers, which partially sponsors the Celtic Music Series
here in Tulsa. This series has run with great success
for many years bringing top-class music into the area
and this is reflected in the distances some of the
audience travel to come here. This year’s series
included the Dave Munnelly Band, the Barra MacNeils,
Lunasa and ourselves. All of the staff both from the
series and the theatre were top-class.
Sunday,
25th March.
Our
final concert is four hundred miles to the east of
Tulsa in Memphis, Tennessee on the banks of the Mississippi
River. En Route we pass through both Muskogee and
the state of Arkansas. The Memphis College of Art
stands in Overton Park, which, it would appear, holds
a very popular transvestite flea market every Saturday/Sunday
afternoon. There are also ample volleyball, Frisbee,
and drum jam opportunities for the more conservative
consumer. It has been some years since we have played
here for Robert Campbell and it is a great pleasure
to finish our spring tour here. After the gig we retire
to Bosco’s Beer restaurant with Vincent the
indoor footballer from Dunnoon for a few pints in
the balmy Tennessee evening.
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| Monday,
26th March.
There
is only one way to get home from Memphis and that
is by Riverboat. Luckily Deirdre, Mick, and Eamonn
from Solas
are taking the same boat for a couple of hours which
affords us the opportunity to supp a couple of mint
juleps while Big River boat Captain Robanelli drives
us up the river.(Shirt over heid of course).
It is great to meet your pals on the road and everything
is rosy as the sun sets in the West, Martin Hayes
silhouetted before it, water-skiing back from a gig
in France.
Once more The Batties would like to extend their congratulations
both to Hibernian Football club and to Grandmasterflash.
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