Black 47 is a political Irish-American band from New York that I have loved since the nineties. I have even read the singer’s memoir, “Green Suede Shoes”.
The thing is, I’ve never actually seen them live. I had intended to go out to New York a day early for my business trip so that I could catch their weekly gig, until I found out how expensive a hotel room in Manhattan could be on a Saturday night. I had every intention of going to see them last time they were in SF, but no one was interested in going with me, and so I caved and went to Pier 23 instead.
This time I’m going. Even if I have to go alone.