March 2, 2009

So, I admit, I am no a hooligan. I know not how to engage in ruffian activity (as far as I am aware). But a few weeks ago, I sat in on a show by a girl and a group of guys who knew how to do just that, and invited the rest of us to join in on the raucous.

For a friend’s birthday, some of us folks went to see Julia Haltigan and the Hooligans play at the 11th St. Bar. We had front row seats for an intimate show with a warm crowd, and a band and lead singer that knew how to mix…