Many thanks to David Heaney for providing a Rogue’s eye view of their gig at Hootananny (17th of March) and the surrounding chaos..
Well the last clear memory is that first pint of Guinness in the Fuaran Bar, in Coigach on Friday afternoon – the home of rock n roll. St Patrick’s eve, with the crowd boosted by a group of medical students up for the weekend, the Rogues made a good do of it, with a couple of unenforced errors, but got away with it thanks to an encouraging crowd. Ruairidh Rogue stole the show with a blistering ceilidh dance set that prompted a strip the willow that filled the pub, there was just no room not to dance.
A busy Saturday followed and the sun popped out, as is the law, on St. Patrick’s day, and the Rogues headed east. The afternoon was spent watching rugby (less said the better, but well done Wales) touting for business in Inverness bars for anyone dressed in green (or blue, or red, or white) . Many seemed to be heading for the Dangleberrys at the Ironworks, but promised to come see us afterwards. And so to Hoots, downstairs, with the serious folk.
The Rogues thought they might be onto a good thing when the sound check brought on dancing, singing and a solid round of applause. The bar staff took out the tables, and nailed down anything that moved, as if preparing for some incoming carnage. Then it arrived in the shape of a small army of scantily clad wigged up Irish ladies (I didn’t know Ann Summers did St Pats, now I do) who clearly had started the day earlier than most. Yes, green was the colour, and the less of it the better. By the first song they were up on the floor, doing unspeakable things with a green white and orange feather boa, distracting 5/6th of the band. A song was dedicated to Support The Summer Isles smokehouse staff (search on Facebook, a cause close to the band’s heart) who are being faced with the stark choice of losing their jobs, or commuting from Achiltibuie to Alness a journey time longer than Inverness to Pitlochry…..
A bit of Primal scream, Rolling Stones, and Johnny Cash was thrown in there with the Pogues songs, and again, the night was split with a stonking accordion set with the youngest Rogue, who blushed at the roars of adulation he got. What a performance! what an entourage!! the second set was mayhem, as the Dangleberrys’ crowd had got out, and did drop by, and so the Rogues hit top form, and roared through “I used ta Love her” and “Galway Girl”. You get the picture. Good old tacky Irish stuff – “the Wild Rover brought down the house. Nick Rogue just turned the mic and let the crowd do the singing. People were dancing on any remaining tables, and there was one spectacular attempt at crowd surfing that could have gone very badly wrong but luckily the guy was made of rubber.
Best crowd ever played to, they partied like the were no snakes. Phew, the Rogues (in their humble opinion of course) came east and took Inverness!