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How It’s New York: All over the city, everybody’s Irish! “Twas Only an Irishman’s Dream,” about a homesick Irishman imagining a green Broadway, was written by Al Dubin— who was Jewish, Mick Moloney points out in If It Wasn’t for the Irish and the Jews.
How It’s Irish: All of the counties and societies are marching, loads of groups, and loads and loads of Aran sweaters are to be seen up and down the avenue.
St. Patrick’s Day is happening all day long! I wrote a list of suggestions for St. Patrick’s Day for Speakeasy, the Wall Street Journal’s Culture Blog– you’ve missed Irish breakfast (though you can still get go for it tomorrow). But you could still see a play or catch some tunes!
And tomorrow you could take the literary cure at Swift Hibernian Lounge, and hear Colum McCann and others read from favorite works.
Here’s an excerpt of musical sugtgestions– read the rest here! There are a bunch of great plays running (I’m seeing Eugene O’Neill’s A Moon for the Misbegotten tonight, saw Gatz last night). And loads of places to get a nice pint, too. Will I go to Swift? or the Half King? Or somewhere else entirely?
4. Hear some tunes.
At O’Neill’s, one of the most popular spots good players lurk, Bernadette Fee will lead a seisiún. Both at 9 p.m.