By Isa Jones
By Mary Willson
By Brian Turk
By Drew AIles
By Taylor Boylston
By Bree Davies
By Emerald O'Brien
As the band was clearing its gear from the stage, one of our drunken sailors was outside tangling with a local mountain man, whom he'd managed to provoke while the guy was sitting with friends in his back yard next to a bonfire -- presumably minding his own business. Moments after our guy mumbled something about "these people trying to test his strength" and "how he'd show them," a minor melee ensued, with the local yokel taking one to the chin.
Things were quickly diffused -- or so we thought -- when our brawling boy got back on the bus and Hillbilly Bob headed back to his shack. Then, as we sat inside, waiting for the Potcheen machine to heat up, Captain Insane-o returned, inexplicably wanting to fight the entire entourage. "Get out of here with your bus," he bellowed to no one in particular. "You're not welcome here. I don't like your bus, your music or the people you bring."
Apparently, I wasn't the only one impressed with Potcheen. As we headed back down the mountain, Blochinger told me that the manager at 1st Street wants to have them back sometime. It's going to be a while before the band can make it back, though, because Potcheen is booked until January. That means there will be plenty of chances for you to get aboard this Celtic caravan and have the time of your life. Word to the wise, though: If you go, bring Dramamine, and don't sit in the front. On the way home, I finally understood why MacGregor opted not to take the bus.
Let's just say it's not easy being green.