Wednesday, March 2, 2011

As Good As It Gets


The last time I played Philadelphia, years ago, it was in little an Irish bar, packed with just about everybody I ever knew in the city, and me and my acoustic guitar.

It was a cold night, and the bar was cozy and spirits were high: everybody knew everybody, the atmosphere was relaxed, and it was very intimate and informal.

Last Saturday, February 26th, Sean pulled the car up about half a block from the Blockley Pourhouse and we both looked at the mass of humanity on the sidewalk out front, turned and looked at each other, and then said, “You CANNOT go in that front door!”.