redneck month for irish wanderer...

the month of march for the irish is synonymous with st. paddy's day...green beer (though i've never laid eyes on the stuff), mass produced leprechaun hats and beards, singing, marching and plenty of craic in general.

however, my own march is shaping up as a real southern affair. and not the south of ireland at that. a huge fan of classic rock, southern classic rock in particular, i have a full line up in the next two weeks...i have my lynyrd skynyrd for next sunday...the day before the band is inducted to the classic rock hall of fame...i then have tickets for the outlaws who are playing at bb king's bar & grill on march 18th and i'll no doubt scalp myself some allman brothers tickets in the next couple of days for the beacon theatre...

while i'll enjoy the concerts this month it has me thinking again just how much i would love to have lived in the '60s and '70s. between led zep, the who, the stones, the beatles, rory gallagher, peter frampton, pink floyd, the eagles....i mean seriously, combine going to all those concerts with LSD, a sexual revolution and flaired trousers and it must have been one hell of a party...

granted that would now leave me about 60 years old, with a dodgy ticker and swollen prostate...washed up, mumbling in the corner of an empty bar about how i touched janis joplin's shoe at woodstock in '69....

i think i'll make do with the ipod and what ever old guy concerts are available these days...