The Swell Season

SO, I saw The Swell Season at The Pagaent last week. You know the Irish guitar guy and the Croatian piano girl from the movie "Once"? No? Nothing? Well, rent the movie - it's pretty good.

SO, the opening act was a couple of Irish busking dudes. They were doing their oh-so-charming Irish pitter-patter and guitar dealio when they introduced a song thusly: "We wrote this song about a subject oh-so-dear-to-us (pronounced as one word)..."

SO, I'm thinking, "OK, genocide in Darfur, the price of gasoilne, American beer advertising..."

Um, no.

"...the Irish Potato Famine of 1847."

Really? Serious, micks, get over it. If it's not the potato famine, it's forced labor on building railroads or some other crap. Is there a whinier group as a people than the Irish? At least "the troubles" with the English happened in the last century. Since Bono already covered that territory, I guess they need to go further back.

Am I writing ditties on the Soviets letting the Nazi's wipe out Warsaw in 1945?

Are Archduke Ferdinand's survivors penning menacing warnings to Bosnians?

Is Britney still trying to compose a masterpiece to get back at Justin for "Cry Me a River"?

Ok, I'll give you that last one.