The story so far!
The McGetigans began, as many bands do, in a flurry of alcohol-induced psychosis. It all started in a small village in Donegal named Dunlewey. Kevin O’Brien was living there, doing an apprenticeship as a bar prop. Training he never finished and regrets to this day.
It all began on a cold summer's day or possibly a warm winter's night. Some believe it was spring, and that the weather was mild. But when it started is irrelevant. What’s important is that it did start. Of that we can be certain.
Kevin was joined on that fateful . . hour by a pair of wandering lunatics. John Sweeney and Donnacha Mac Donnagh.
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As I have already mentioned. There was alcohol taken by all parties concerned. And, as is the case with the taking of alcohol, singing did ensue, much to the horror of those present including those singing.
And as is also the case with the taking of alcohol, a guitar appeared as from nowhere and there was much banging and clanging and gnashing of teeth.
When all was said and done and the problems of the world had been discussed and solved the three men fell silent. Collapsing into unconsciousness filled with dreams of rockstardom.
When they awoke several days later the world was a much less friendly place.
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