Growing up I had the pleasure to see Elvis Costello on a few occasions.

Each one was different and memorable, the national stadium with just Elvis plus one and the crazy day in Macroom, Co Cork where the bottles flying through the air brought the end to a great festival that had lasted five years.



Year's later, I was living in Indianapolis, Indiana, I had a call at work, "hey, Costello plays at Ohio State tonight, take the day off and meet me at the corner, we're off to… Continue