The Village Pub was a temple of tolerance that perched precariously near the top of Bainbridge Avenue. It was owned by John Flynn, who welc...

  Living in the bustle of New York City you sometimes forget that there’s so much beautiful beachfront mere miles from you...

  Glen Hansard was a friend, and a lovely man who loved to play, and lived for the moment he walked on stage.   He may hav...

  Every couple of years listeners vote for their Top 100 favorite songs on my Celtic Crush show on SiriusXM The Loft, Ch. 710. While everyon...

  Towns change. We leave them one way, and find them so different when we return.   Wexford is a case in point. So many ...

  “Send ‘em Home Sweatin’!” was the battle cry of Irish showbands during their rambunctious dancehall reign back in the 1960’s.  Or, as Ben ...

 “It’s 6 o’clock and it’s time to rock, and me head is beatin’ like a drum In the cold daylight, I feel like shite, and I can’t remember las...