An Irish Scottish Invasion
Local Celtic folk band
Whiskey Galore performed at
Lengthwise Brewery Saturday night.
Flower in the Dale and I went along with
NL to see for ourselves just what NL is always
raving about when he speaks about Whiskey Galore. Lengthwise was packed when we arrived, there wasn’t an empty seat in the house. We found a spot against the wall and hung out as we listened to Whiskey Galore who was already performing. Flower and I scoped out the tables, ready to pounce the minute a table became available.
“Are you ladies alone? Would you like to join us at our table?” A stringy guy in black shorts, muscle t-shirt and backwards ball cap said just as NL was coming back from taking photos of Whiskey Galore.
“We’re with a friend, we’re fine.” Flower and I both replied.
“I leave you guys alone for two minutes and some guy is asking you to sit at his table?!” NL said jokingly with a smirk on his face.
Soon a table near us opened up and the three of us quickly grabbed it. Chicken strips, onion rings, pear cider and diet sodas were ordered and we were content to enjoy the fine traditional Celtic music.
Let me just say that Whiskey Galore is amazing!! Who knew that such musical talent existed in Bakersfield? The sweet sirens of the bagpipes, lilting flutes, acoustic guitars, tribal drums and some of the most melodic harmonious vocals I’ve ever heard mesmerized me. I felt like I should be running across the luscious green hills of Ireland and Scotland in a peasant skirt and blouse with daisies in my hair. Not only is Whiskey Galore’s music great to listen to, but they are decked out in full Scottish regale. That’s HOT guys in KILTS for you ladies! What more could you ask for on a Saturday night.
“Why aren’t you girls drinking?” A stout beer-drinking guy sitting next to Flower asked.
“Because we don’t want to.” Flower and I both replied.
“You’re not drinking because you’re pretending to be good girls, aren’t you.” He persisted.
“We just don’t feel like drinking, that’s all.” We re-stated.
“It’s cold in here, let’s go outside.” Flower said.
She and I got up and went outside. Soon NL came looking for us.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Oh some guy was bothering us. We got tired of giving him the polite brush off, so we came outside.” Flower explained.
“Geez! I can’t leave you guys alone for 2 minutes without you being pounced on by the morons!” NL said laughing at us.
We left Lengthwise Brewery that cool Saturday night with beautiful Celtic music playing in our heads. I wanted to bring their music home with me, but in our haste to avoid the stout beer-drinking guy, I forgot to buy a CD on the way out.
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