Here's the set lists for night 2 in the burgh and the amazing show we had in Baltimore for St. Pat's. Lots of Guinness and shots of Jameson's was had.

Night 2 In Pittsburgh

TMK Set (We switched it up just this one night):

Water's Edge
Maria
It's Not Dark Yet (Dylan Cover)
Play A Train Song
Wagon Wheel
Blood In My Eyes
Ink, Blood, And Whiskey
Waffle House Blues
Where Is My Mind? (Pixies Cover)
Back Alleys and Bloodstains
Improv Jam
Keep On Rockin' In The Free World (Neil Young Cover)

Encore Set:

Layla (Clapton Cover)
The Road Goes On Forever (Robert Earl Keen Cover)
Ophelia (The Band Cover w/ Jack McDougal)

Southland Set

Burn The Honeysuckle
Fine Leather Truck (first two songs feature my good friend "Joe Bob" on vocals)
False Hearted Lover Blues
A Train Robbery (these two songs featured my Grandad on vocals and mandolin)
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (Band Cover)
Shallow Creek Jam (new song)
John Henry
All That Glitters
The Ballad
Subterranean Homesick Blues (Dylan Cover)
Born On The Bayou (CCR Cover)
Growin' Trade (Feat. Jack McDougal)

Encore Set:

I'm So Lonsome I Could Cry (Hank Sr. Cover)
Goin' To The Country (Canned Heat Cover)
Kingfish (Randy Newman Cover feat. Jack McDougal)

We really pulled out all the stops for Pittsburgh and put one hell of a show on. Played some great tunes and I can't think I've heard a crowd cheer that loud in a long time. I can't say enough of how much I enjoy, admire, and cherish the fact that I shared the stage that night with my Grandad who commanded the stage masterfully and I think got a bigger response than both AWB along with both my bands combined. He tore the house down when we brought the big jazz ensemble for Kingfish. After all that I made sure I shared a joint with him and Erich since I swore they'd meet each other. It was the only time I ever saw Hess show a bit of class really. Not saying he ain't a classy guy just not class by normal standards. He kept calling him "Mister" and "Sir" but as awesome as my Grandpa Jack is he kept insisting Erich call him Jack and there was no need for formalities. We smoked a bit and then jammed together for long hours after the show had finished. There were more hands of poker played, the passing of marijuana, drinking of moonshine whiskey, and the sharing of stories and jokes. The old man managed to keep me rivited as usual. There's still that kid in me that shuts up when he speaks. You just listen and learn then hope you can understand. Even if he was half senile you'd have some grain of wisdom in that dementia. I promised I'd let him type up his own entry after the St. Pat's show.

St. Patrick's Day Bash:

Southland Set:

Whiskey In The Jar
Guns For The IRA
As I Roved Out
Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya
Come Out Ye Black and Tan
Johnny On The MTA
If I Ever Leave This World Alive (Flogging Molly Cover)
Pretty Peggy-O
The Irish Rover
Going Out In Style (Dropkick Murphys Cover)

Encore Set:

The Pub With No Beer
Irish Drinking Song
What's Left of The Flag (Flogging Molly Cover)

TMK Set:

Fisherman's Blues (Waterboys Cover)
Finnegan's Wake
Whiskey You're The Devil
IRA Anthem
The Night Pat Murphy Died
Carrickfergus
Back Home In Derry
Wild Colonial Boy
The Fields of Athen Rye
Kiss My Irish Ass (Keltic Kowboys Cover)

Encore Set:

Amazing Grace
Irish National Anthem
Dirty Old Town (Feat. Shane MacGowan of The Pogues)

I used my connections to get Shane MacGowan from The Pogues to play with us this night in Baltimore. He made this show kick ass ten times more. Sadly I couldn't Flogging Molly to join us due to them being on tour still. But having the frontman for the fucking Pogues made my day. I drank so much I could hardly believe I got through the night. Mr. MacGowan is a fucking pro at it. He was already three sheets to the wind when he got on stage but belted that song out and the whole place about damn near exploded. I played every Irish folk song I could think of that night and put on another great show in my honest opinion. I was wrecked that morning but it was all worth it.

heya,it's your old pal,karoliena. i'm taking over the journal for today. it's erich's turn to drive and he's been dodging it all tour because "someone needs to write the tour journal". well i am someone,am i not? besides,i am the one in the unflattering corndog pic. who knows what caption erich would have stuck under THAT pic.

first off,arlington SUCKED. the phil spectres opened the show with a mini set.it was early,so the crowd was more like 3 people standing in an empty floor. i could care less about there being a handful of people there,my ego isnt fed by crowd sizes. but having to hear "show us your tits" through 3 songs is ludicrous. one or two times a show is to be expected,but ten times....in fifteen minutes? it just served to piss me off. i took the high road,and didnt put a mic stand through their teeth. arent you proud of me?

the war bride set was a disaster. my bass sorta snaped in half. i dunno what happened to it.the neck snapped off ...taking a good portion of the body with it the bridge went flying across the venue and broke the mirror at the bar. i dont know what happened.usually upright basses are pretty sturdy. i guess it was from years of me sitting on it? boy,if that doesnt make me feel like a fat ass! my bass was a 1953 kay,so i am going to say age factored into it ? i am going with that reason.its less.....embarrassing.
so you know what i get to do today ? bass shopping. god, i hate music stores.they are sooooo snobby. trust me,being a profesional musician doesnt make clerks any nicer to you. so all you out there thinking "when i make it big, i am going to show these cunts at sam ash a thing or two." forget it. it doesnt happen.

we finished the set with using an electric bass.we sounded terrible. luckily i dont the crowd noticed,the club's sound system was so bad. loud doesnt equal good. people looked like they were having fun,so i guess we did our job.

arlington's final insult to us was someone nailed our car while it was parked (and took off naturally),so we are sans a rear bumper,and gaffer tape is holding our trunk lid closed....we have some major bad juju issues. see you guys in falls church. is that an actual place? i thought it was just made up for fallout 3.

you are now back in the loving hands of me.erich,that is. you know what awkward is? its finding sarah and rob fucking in your car! on one hand i was relieved,i feel the man is waaay too close to his mother. but on the other hand,i only thought his upsettingly short shorts left little to the imagination....somethings cannot be unseen. to his credit,i dont know how his shorts hold....all that in.

bettie and i took the bus to dc ( after seeing what i saw,i didnt feel man enough to drive my own car.) and touristed it up in our nation's capital. karoliena had pressing harlots business and had to leave us to our own devices. no,this isnt a " dear penthouse. i was all alone with my girlfriend's best friend ,when all of a sudden...." stories. bettie is on the list of forbidden frolicking partners. but if she wasnt.....well,that is another story for another time.

dc was fun, i've never been there before. i had to resist the urge to defecate on the steps of all those official buildings. i didnt have to try too hard though,i had an empty tummy due to living off liquor and pork skins for the past few days. i did whiz in a shrub in front of a burger king though. so i kinda fought the power...right? the burger king is an unelected and out dated figurehead of an uneeded monarchy. so fuck off and quit sending your cheeseburger peasants out to be eaten by the masses,so called king of burgers. we,the 99.9%,will stand for it no longer.

after seeing the sights,and taking a fair number of vulgar,forced perspective pics of us and the washington monument,we spent the day drinking ourselves silly with washington's movers and shakers...or possibly just a bunch of old guys in suits. they loved bettie,espcially when she claimed to be a daughter of jailed banker, vladimir antonov. we got free drinks,and use of a company car.(what company,i have no idea). i guess white collar crooks like to take care of their own...or they wanted to fuck bettie...or both.in any case,we had an e class mercedes to our selves. pity it wasnt an amg. cheap bastards.

bettie drove,since the car was left in her care. she racked up thousands in those red light camera tickets. we took turns practicing drifting in an old department store parking lot. we only hit the curb 23 times,so i think we are well on our way to becoming adept at it. gilles pannizzi hasnt got shit on us! we then purchased fifty pounds of fish to leave in the trunk.
we abandoned the poor german machine in a school parking lot and hoofed it back to our falls church hotel.

i love off days. see you folks tonight!