Brother Mike's Musings... by Mike Larkin... '...A man walks into a
bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: "A beer please,
and one for the road."....'

Hellooo all…

It's time for our annual Black Wednesday Show next Wednesday
November 21, 2007 at the Kerry Piper (www.kerrypiper.com). Music
starts at 9 PM.

It a blast. If you think it's fun starting your weekend on Friday.
It's ten times better starting it with us on a Wednesday. And the
next day being Thanksgiving makes it better. All that eating takes
care of the next day blues. And laying around watching football...

New Web Site Set To Lauch on Black Wednesday

It's finally ready!!

This next Wednesday November 21, 2007 will be the official launch of
the new look to our web site www.celticratpack.com. It will be more
interactive and allow us to post newer photos like we do on our
myspace site- www.myspace.com/thelarkinandmoranbrothers . We also
will be introducing a interactive spot to leave messages. This could
also be the last time you receive the update with our aol e-mail
address.

Check it out and let us know what you think!!

Time off...

It was nice having the last few weekends off. I have been working on
a few things with bookings next March as well as the list I put on
the last update (Remember the porn comment?).

I also caught up on my e-mails. Here was a recent one I received
from Joe Larkin during our Aug - Oct festival run. As you can see
sometimes the hotel can be a lonely place:

from Joe-
" ...it's around 9:30pm and as I was walking to the elevator, I pass
a room service tray in the hallway that has a side dish of asparagus,
untouched, a glass of water with lemon that still has the saran wrap
on top...utensils not used, and a mystery silver bin covering a
plate. I look up ahead of me and behind me and the coast is clear.
I lift the silver bin and there is the top and bottom part of a
hamburger bun, sans burger, and a side of fries, untouched
(allegedly).

Now, I love fries. I really love fries. They are my kryptonite. Not
steak fries, not potato wedges, not string fries, just medium width,
McDonalds-width french fries.....and these were right in my sweet
spot. This was clearly the case of some Atkins freak who just spent
40 bucks on a room service burger and glass of wine. Well, one man's
garbage is another man's gold.....but this is disgusting....it's like
Costanza eating the ecclair out of the garbage....but this seemed
different, because I could almost guarantee that this person didn't
touch the fries. However, cold fries suck, no matter how good they
are hot.....so I test them.

Result: Warm to very warm

Now I've got what I refer to as a situation. There is that little
bottle of heinz catsup that is in that death-wrap that usually
requires a knife or some teeth to open. The knife is in the
silverware pile that is still wrapped up in the napkin (which makes
me wonder what this dude wiped his hands on) but I really don't want
to get caught trying to open the catsup with my teeth while standing
over an apparent stranger's room service platter.

So I grab the catsup and walk in the other direction, with my book
under one arm, and biting at the top of the mini catsup bottle. I
finally get a good tear going, and open the bottle, throwing the
plastic sealer on the hallway floor (f--king slob). Back down the
hall to the tray, I look both ways, gently lift the silver tray
again, and dump the catsup on the clean part of the tray.

What the f--- is wrong with me.....

I actually grab the little salt shaker and season the fries while
looking in both directions. I grab 3 or 4, dip in the catsup, and
slam them in my mouth. Mmmmm, ….my book is now on the floor, and I've
got that same feeling you got when you were making out with your
girlfriend in high school, and waiting for her dad to come down the
stairs. MAN, these fries are good. As I'm putting the 2nd handful
of fries in my mouth, I hear a ding....the elevator. So what do I
do? I grab a triple handful, dip them in the catsup, cover up the
plate, pick up my book, and hide the fries behind my back as a guest
passes me in the hallway. I get to the elevator nook in the hallway,
and in 2 bites, shove the fries in my mouth.

I look up at my reflection in the elevator door and start laughing my
ass off at what a fat hungry dumb-ass I am...."

This is why it is good to be old and the first one in bed....


That's all for now!!

Slainte,

Dan Larkin