The Land of Ire

So while Clutch was celebrating his father’s 60th in what he calls ‘whisky country‘, I was hanging out with musicians in what I suppose you could call ‘whiskey (with an ‘e’) country’. Except mostly, it wasn’t. I’ve had it before of course – a Jameson’s here and there, the occasional Bushmills, and I like it… Continue reading The Land of Ire