To the ends of the Earth
Well, to the end of the Island, at least.

We hit up Westhampton Beach this past Friday. Finn McCool's was the place, BAM the reason for the cover charge. Worth any price is a Bangers and Mash show. Let's be honest. We threw it down Celtic style and fiddled the unsuspecting right outta their shorts! We so know how to rile up the ready-to-be-riled. A couple of pints in, that pretty well sums up everybody in the bar and those brave enough to have joined us in the dining room/band area. Kudos to Chad for sittin' in with us. He was gettin' a feel for the songs in the seth list. He just may find his way onto the BAM CD, which isn't too far off.

Sunday took us to our last show of the year out in Montauk. The place was PACKED with Bammers and soon-to-be Bammers, who left Bammified with CDs and t-shirts. The dinner crowd was rockin' somethin' o'wild at O'Murphy's. The folks were far too kind from the get-go, but went nuts—Brazil or filbert—when Deirdre let 'er rip. Someone told Seth and me that she was "like no other" on the fiddle. We didn't tell her that someone told us that. Like we need her head to blow up like a balloon. She and I wouldn't fit next to one another. Yes: I'm bad enough for the both of us. "The music keeps us drinkin'!" could have been heard across the Atlantic. Now THAT'S somethin' worth braggin' about :-)

Come out and catch us in Hampton Bays this Saturday night. We'll be lookin' for ya!

See you soon.

Scott