Happy St. Paddy's Day

The Irish Rov - The Pogues

The Irish Rover – The Pogues
When I was a kid my dad always tried to make a big deal out of us being Irish (the only ones in town), but who gives a shit what your dad says when you’re young? Certainly not me. When we got a little older my dad came up with the idea that on St. Patrick’s Day, he would administer a quiz to my brother and me on the history of Irish saints; the winner would get a pizza from TA-DA! Roma’s. A week or so before the 17th he’d give us some big, over-the-top dry book to read on the subject. My brother would actually read it; I’d get to page 3 and then start wondering if I’d rather be in Def Leppard or Duran Duran (trick question – I’d be better off being a dead Irish saint.) So guess who would win the “competition”? But the thing is, I’d still get the pizza – the pizza would come, and I’d hafta toast to Brothatime!!!’s Irish brilliance, but I’d do it with a mouthful of cheese and grease on my face. To this day, I live by that creed: "I will not read for pizza." Anyways, my dad didn’t have a lot of records that weren’t some military marching band or some such, but he did have this IRISH ROVERS record, and I about wore it out when I was a wee one - in particular this song. I wish I had the Irish Rover’s version that I speak of, but the Pogues are always close enough when it’s about the motherland.