[local-music] Fiddlehead at the Irish Times Pub this Saturday-St.Paddy's, 6-10PM

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 14:41:03 -0400

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As I was skiing down the snowmobile trail today, a musical little voice
called out from the birches and said, "Do you know what I'm going to
tell you? St. Patrick's Day is on Saturday, and 'twill be a grand time
for a frolic!" 
 
"Well", I replied, "That must mean that Friday is St. Urho's Day." 
 
"Ah, sure, you're right, me dear man, and glad I am that there are two
fine reasons to celebrate--bing-bang--two days in a row. But for pity's
sake, don't let the first keep you from the second!" 
 
"And what, may I ask, would you recommend for St. Patrick's Day? And
where are you?--I can't seem to see you." 
 
"Ah," said the mischievous voice, "I'm right before you--and if you
can't see me, perhaps you'd better get your eyes seen to. But more
importantly, the Irish Times Pub and Restaurant in Laurium is the only
place in these parts to celebrate St. Paddy's." The voice took on a
tone of roguish beguilement, and became more liliting, "Do you hear
what I'm tellin' ye? Cormac is openin' up the banquet room and leavin'
the little bit of a dance floor open for jiggin' and reelin' and,"
(here the voice dropped conspiratorially), "boogyin' down! And
as for the music--why he's bringin' in the band called Fiddlehead, led
by the fiddler, Libby--her that was ailin', but has now come roarin'
back like two tigers in a sack&nbsp; She and her four boyos will be playin'
and leadin' the singin' from 6PM until at least 10:00." 
 
"Well," I said--amused and half-charmed, in spite of my cynical cool, "
do I need to make reservations? And how much does it cost?" 
 
"Why, you order whatever you can afford off the menu or from the bar.
How much you spend is between you and your own pocketbook. As to
reservations, 'twould do no harm to call 337-3977 if you must schedule
yourself like a banker of time, and dole out your hours and minutes
like pounds and pence." 
 
"So will you be there?" I asked. 
 
"I will!&nbsp; I was never a one to let good music, good food, good
drinks, and good company pass me by." 
 
"So I'll see you there? 
 
"You will not! That is, unless your eyes have become sharper
than they are today..." The voice was fading into the distance, now,
and a squall of snow swirled among the birches. For an instant, I
thought I saw a small figure gliding off into the forest, a brief
impression of red hair, a glimpse of what looked for all the world like
the tails of an old-fahioned green tail coat swinging friskily above
the skis fastened to buckled shoes. A little maneen on skis? 
 
No, I decided, overactive imagination brought on by the Spring
Equinaox--but I do need to get out of the house more. I called the
Irish Times, and it's true--Fiddlehead will be playing from 6-10 on
Saturday in the banquet room, and one orders whatever one likes from
the menu and/or bar. Do you know, I believe I will go. 
 
See yez there...333 Hecla Street in Laurium. 
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