Black Irish Lager

PJ's Lager House in Detroit was the scene of a short lived "Irish Wake" held in memory of Rosey from the group, Black Irish. Unbeknownst to her close companion, Black Irish guitarist Shane Sanders, she decided to jump town and head off on a road trip with complete strangers, the rock & roll type no less, setting off a frantic search for her whereabouts that centered around this fine establishment located in the heart of Cork Town on Michigan Avenue. Although she has been known to do this on blurry occasions before, never has she stooped so low as to bail out at the last minute, even though she was quite aware of the big show tonight that would feature some high powered rock & roll, the kind that would make her just scream. With no Rosey in sight, reluctance began to set in, spreading through the tears of the now pissed off gathering inside the Lager House, Sander's scurried down Michigan Ave to Woodward before heading out towards 8 Mile in a frantic search to find a fill in for her as DarkRed jumped on stage in an attempt to make as much noise as possible, hoping that Rosey just might hear the mayhem, enticing her back in through the doors........

 

 

Frank & Jesse, out of Toledo hit the stage next, switching gears a bit with an all out barrage of upbeat rock & roll that brought the crowd out of the Lager Room & into the Jerome P Cavanaugh "Rock Room", starting an impromptu dance party along the way. Sometime during this outbreak, Sander's burst through the doors off Michigan Avenue and headed straight to the backroom of the Jerome P Cavanaugh room, drawing gasping stares from the throng as he passed by, not with Rosey, but instead with another beauty in tow, and securely placed his new found love, Genevieve, in the back room.......

 

 

 

As Frank & Jesse, who really aren't Frank & Jesse at all, but rather John, Shane & two Seths, loaded out their equipment, a debilitating, almost somber aura filled the Jerome P Cavanaugh Room. It was the moment all had been waiting for, Elliot "UTDP" Moses, Tony "Muggs" DeNardo, Paul "Hotness" Barning, Tony "BYoB" DiCello, and Shane "New Kid(s) On The Block" Sanders started their load in. Did Rosey return? Was she going to join the band on stage with a flurry of screams as she has done so many times before? These were just some of the questions on everyone's mind as the intensity of Black Irish was about to infiltrate the now overflowing crowd of worshipers who had packed themselves inside the Jerome P Cavanaugh room. It was at this very moment that Sanders reached down, strapped on, and then stood upright with that unfamiliar beauty hanging on his shoulder. Pulling out his cord, he plugged her into his head, slowly turning towards the crowd, gently stroking her strings; this was definitely not Rosey, in fact, this new girl Genevieve appeared completely silent? Was she pissed off playing second fiddle to the wonderful Rosey? Sanders looked stumped; touching, turning, playing with every knob he could find protruding from her almost red smooth skin. Frustrated, Sanders finally realized that it wasn't her, it was his head that ultimately decided it wasn't going to play tonight if he wasn't plugged into Rosey. Sensing trouble on stage, DarkRed's Rob pushed his way through the crowd, carrying something large. Was it Rosey? Had she returned? No, it wasn't Rosey at all, instead he was there to lend his head to the situation. After a quick switch, and a comforting "if it has strings, Shane can play it" statement from Elliot, Black Irish ripped into one of the most intense, blues driven rock & roll sets Dr2 has seen recently, prompting the crowd to roar with  approval! A smash up riot ensued as these gritty Detroit players took out every bit of frustration they were feeling over Rosey on the mostly oblivious crowd that were now completely enthralled over what they were witnessing on stage, a Hammond V-3 on the left, a Fender Rhode Bass on the right, a "fill in" Stratocaster next to a Les Paul, backed by a bombastic Gretsch drum kit! With the clock striking 2 am, fans filing out the door, a sweet little Black Irish Wake kicked in before Sanders confronted the DPD, virtually putting out an APB on his beloved Rosey.  The following day, the search for Rosey took to the local pawn shops, the internets, Facebooks, & MySpace pages throughout the city in an all out effort to find this heartless chunk of wood that is often referred to as a "Classic 60's Les Paul" that is pretty much irreplaceable to a local rockin blues guitar playa. After a number of mind numbing days, Sanders received a text message from PJ, owner of the Lager House. He had in fact just been informed that Rosey had been located, she supposedly had "accidently" hitched a ride to Chicago, and wasn't quite ready to come home yet. Excited as all hell, Sanders agreed to lay low; he would let Rosey hang with her new found friends, Moxie Motive for a while as they were still showing her a good time in The Windy City, finally agreeing she would return home with The Muggs who coincidently had a gig in Chicago last weekend themselves......This is a story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world....