2cents and I go back a long, long way - we've been friends since Elementary School. At our age* it's a rare thing to have a friend from that far back. Most people grow apart over the years - he and I though share a certain irresponsibility, I guess, that keeps us forever young.**
But in the 1980s, he and I spent far, far too many evenings in pubs [I pause here to let the shouts of "No!" and "Never" die down]. In particular, we haunted Barstan's Pub in Orono, Maine - a couple doors down from Pat's Pizza. They'd get live Irish music, and 2cents and I would drink Jameson's until the Irish rose from the dead.
There's a grounding in memory that you get from music, and this song is one that instantly transports me back to that smoky basement, with a table covered in shot glasses. We both had hair then, but the memories keep those locks dark, full, and thick.
And if you're interested in young Borepatch dirt, you should be reading 2cents every day. Not that you'd want dirt on Borepatch. Not you. Nope.
* He is, as he will rush to point out, younger than I am.
** you will note, no doubt, that he's still younger than I am.