Irish music and the not so Irish...

Well, after yesterday's treck into Stars' Take Me to The Riot, I hit the town for a bit of a big night with some Irish nurses and crawled in at 4:00a.m. with bad covers of The Galway Girl still ringing in my ears. I sent the obligatory drunken text to my girlfriend (away for a visit to her family) which ran along the lines of:

Baby this guy jest tried to lips me! Hlep!

Being a music obsessive, I didn't take the wise route of sleeping when I got home, but instead started making playlists for hangovers, listening to my work as I read James Frey's rehab memoir A Million Little Pieces. This is a book which features the word vomit on probably one in three pages, so not the *best* choice for a hangover.

Now, in the interest of sharing my pain with you all, here's Gerard Butler pretending to be Irish in P.S. I Loves Yeh:



Feeling like working on your own drunken version of the song? Grab the fine Steve Earle version here:

Steve Earle - The Galway Girl

Yes, you should go buy a Steve Earle album at this point, but you should also buy yourself a copy of P.S. I Love You, if only for the fact it's so bad, it's hilarious...