Oh yeah, the music
It is late March of 2015. The weather here in Europe is confused, bordering on psychotic. They tell me every year it's never been this way, but then the next year comes along and confounds everyone yet again. I first came out to Germany in May of 2003. I stayed on til the March of the following year. I remember that cos I played a gig in an Irish Pub on St Patricks day of 2004 in Stuttgart in the "theatre district" and I didn't play a single Irish song. The Irish expats were livid. The manager of the Irish pub was also livid. Even though, as I explained early on in the night, I had warned him the previous night that even though I would be happy to play on St Patrick's Day I did not know a single Irish song. At that point the previous evening he had been desperate because every Irish musician in the world already had a gig for St Paddy's Day. He'd contacted most of them. All busy, thanks. Me being Australian, well, I was the next best thing. So h