It was New York City, but the band on stage seemed not
to notice. Their songs were full of unfamiliar characters called
"shams," "smokies" and "dead feek presentation boarders." They sang about
sugar beets, hay and the scandal of dancing during Lent. Every other song
had a reference to nuns, priests, soccer matches... or all of the above.
And this was no audience of homesick Irish immigrants, this was a mixed New
York crowd. No way would they go for this.
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Wrong. They ate it up. People threw their heads back and sang along with "N
17," an anthem about a minor highway that traverses western Ireland. They
jumped up and down for "Broke My Heart," which is about losing at soccer.
They clapped, roared and shouted along with "Hay Wrap," an imagined
conversation (about soccer, of course) that takes place during the hay
harvest. How had a band managed to take such rural Irish concerns and whip
a bunch of cynical New Yorkers into a frenzy?
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