Dropkick Murphys!

House of Blues

House of Blues Music Hall

House of Blues Houston is one of the cooler places in downtown to catchup on concerts, bit too mainstream, but everything in Houston in. There are no Hipsters in Houston.

Shot to fame (atleast in my textbook) with the I’m Shipping Up to Boston soundtrack in the Scorsese crime-drama-identity-thriller The Departed. I wasn’t particularly hooked on to them, but when I heard they were doing a concert in House of Blues Houston, I knew I had to go.



Bought the tickets, left early from work, downed some quick shots of whiskey, took the bus, held my pee, reached House of Blues, had some quick beer (bloody expensive I thought at 8 bucks), had some quick smokes, ogled at some hot women, saw the opening act The Revilers (which was not too bad), talked to random drunk people, was blown away by the next act – Old Man Markley – what an awesome band with banjo, autoharp, washboard, fiddle along with the guitars bass and drum – a sweet and energetic blue grassy outfit with so much energy and sweet happy music – I was beaming the whole time


the entire being exploded with Dropkick Murphys, moshed screamed sang drank and smoked

Before the dropkick Murphys took the stage, the empty stage looked awesome, and it was eerie silent and breathtaking.


When I got pushed to the sides, cuz taking a picture in the middle of the mosh is not a good idea.







Dropkick Murphys - in full flow


Ken Casey signing at the end of the show.

bought the autographed cds of Old Man Markley CDs, got to the bus stop, shared a bad pepperoni pizza with an affable stranger, got into a wrong bus, got down at the wrong stop, met a guy waiting for his girlfriend to pick him up, reached back home at 2pm, and crashed with a bliss!





The CDs of Old Man Markley, pretty awesome band with some really cool music!!


Colors of India

Colors of India

Thanka chechi used to work in my Mom’s school in an unofficial capacity. Her husband is long since dead, and her only son kicked her out of her home. At 50, she is weak and homeless. My mom gets her to do odd jobs around the home. With her colorful blouse and toothless smile, she is wonderful to have around the home.