Brother Mike's Musings... by Mike Larkin... '...An invisible man
marries an invisible woman... The kids were nothing to look at
either.....'

Helloooo

Their is still so much going on during festival season, I thought I
would write a rare weekly update. Don't forget this weekend.

Fri Sept 14 @ 9 PM - The Galway Tribes in Frankfort
(www.thegalwaytribes.com). A great pub!! They are having their
annual Oyster Fest...
Sat Sept 15 @ 7 PM - Celtic Fest Chicago (www.cityofchicago.org) In
Grant Park in down town Chicago.
Sun Sept 16 @ 1:35 PM - Quad Cities Erin Feis, Rock Island, IL
(www.stpatsqc.com) - Our first appearance at this Fest, promises to
be a blast!!

Ireland Trip Update

Mary Ann Coon, our Ireland Tour Organizer was out last weekend at St
Catherine's fest. Sign up is going great but I was told to remind
everyone to get your booking forms in before the Oct 1 land rate
raise to $1399. I will be updateing the web site with the new dates.

Pictures Please...

I was doing relly weel posting recent pictures of shows being sent to
us. Problem is, since LaCrosse, no one has e-mailed any.... Let's
go people!!!

Stories From the Road....

Had a great time at St Catherine's Irish Fest. Clearly one of the
best run festivals around.

On Friday night we played the last set. Being up since 5:30 AM in
the morning though I was happy just to go back to the hotel and relax.

There a running gag to avoid being the 'party' room or really the
room where everyone meets for a beer or two- especially if you are
tired. It was my room's turn, but no problem- in comes the 'World
Famous' Sponge Bob and also our friends from Cleveland, Brigid's
Cross. Paul, Peggy and Richie played before us on Friday and closed
the stage on Saturday.

We sang and joked and before you know it it's getting pretty late.
Being old and tired I saw the last of them leave.

Mike, my usual roommate, decided to go with Kevin as both were
looking to jump in the pool and cool off, if it was still open, so he
left too.

Now being a bit skeptical about return visits I latched the door and
turned on the TV.. all the while thinking to myself 'I'll unlatch it
in a couple of minutes'. (There is a past precedent for the return
visit paranoia of mine but that's for another story.)

This is the last thing I remember until about 7 AM. At that point, I
glanced over to Mike's bed and there's no Mike. ' 'Where is he?' I
thought. Then rushing out of bed faster than John Candy and Steve
Martin (Those aren't pillow!!!) I remembered I latched the door....

At 8 AM the phone rings and Mike calmly says, ' Please open the
door' I says, 'I did, sorry...'

We slept until 10 AM.

Mike then told me of his plight due to my locking him out. First of
all he forgot which room we were in and knock on a door. Johnny Mac,
who is (the good natured) sound guy for the fest answers, ' Mike,
what do you need??'

When he got to our door and noticed it was latch he started yelling
in, 'Open the door old man' and other sometime expletives to wake me
up but to no avail.

In the meantime Kevin goes to Joe's room to see if he can get in but
he too knocks on the wrong door. 'Open the door, Joe!' he screams as
he is pounding. 'F--- off! I'm trying to sleep!' says the voice
inside. Only Kevin doesn't notice that it is not Joe and
continues, ' Come on open the door!!!'

Within minutes security is on our floor asking what is going on and
that they got a call from a shook up and angry person in the room
that Kevin was knocking on.

Mike and that point came away from our room where he was still trying
to wake me up and noticed Kevin was knocking on the wrong door. It
was explained to security he was mistakenly knocking on the wrong
door and Mike's plight of not being able to get into our room.

Now you have to wonder what happens if someone latches their hotel
door and then becomes incapacitated due to a heart attack or even
death.

There has to be a way to get into the room, right? But as Mike found
out there isn't a way, short of knocking the door down.

In the end I couldn't be woken up and neither could Joe. Mike ending
up sleeping with Terry (and yes by all account they spooned each
other) and admitted it was probably better off that I didn't answer
the door since he would (admittedly) have killed me if I did.....

That's all this week... I may write one next week as well.

Slainte!!

Dan ' the still old and tired man' Larkin
www.celticratpack.com
www.myspace.com/thelarkinandmoranbrothers.com