Sean! We used to come hear you play ALL of the time at the Half Time Rec in Minnesota when you were with the Irish Brigade! What an absolute treat to hear you play again!
Sean! You were, are, and always will be the 4th Walz brother. I remember lots of good times we had when you played with the Irish Brigade down at the Half Time Rec in St. Paul and hung out with brothers Mike, Monte, and meeself. We did have an interesting Thanksgiving after consuming a bottle of George Dickel... or maybe it was Booker’s down in your basement, and tried our best to eat dinner at Mike and Christy’s house while getting glares of disdain from all others present because we were still not “Un-drunk” by dinner time. I still recall the day you and Mike Wallace were onstage for the afternoon set of one of many St. Patrick’s Days (or as you referred to it “amateur night” because of all of the college kids getting too drunk on green beer...probably the only day that Louie served up that abomination), anyway Mike, Monte, and I came in the door and you stopped mid-song and uttered into your microphone, “oh Jeezus, Mary, and Joseph! It’s the Walz boys out on a tear!” You can’t replace memories like that. Stay well my Irish brother, the man from Clare. 😎. Mark
Sean! We used to come hear you play ALL of the time at the Half Time Rec in Minnesota when you were with the Irish Brigade! What an absolute treat to hear you play again!
Sean! You were, are, and always will be the 4th Walz brother. I remember lots of good times we had when you played with the Irish Brigade down at the Half Time Rec in St. Paul and hung out with brothers Mike, Monte, and meeself. We did have an interesting Thanksgiving after consuming a bottle of George Dickel... or maybe it was Booker’s down in your basement, and tried our best to eat dinner at Mike and Christy’s house while getting glares of disdain from all others present because we were still not “Un-drunk” by dinner time. I still recall the day you and Mike Wallace were onstage for the afternoon set of one of many St. Patrick’s Days (or as you referred to it “amateur night” because of all of the college kids getting too drunk on green beer...probably the only day that Louie served up that abomination), anyway Mike, Monte, and I came in the door and you stopped mid-song and uttered into your microphone, “oh Jeezus, Mary, and Joseph! It’s the Walz boys out on a tear!” You can’t replace memories like that. Stay well my Irish brother, the man from Clare. 😎. Mark