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Irish, if only for an evening

Few places in Columbia can promise the thrills of St. Patrick’s Day every day of the year. Delaney’s, however, is a collage of Irish novelty and decor that epitomizes the best of the famous holiday.

And on April 12, local band Sullivan’s Roof brought some great acoustic rhythm to the pub and eatery.

When you enter Delaney’s, you literally leave all sense of national identity at the door. It’s like an exodus into Ireland, and you either become Irish for an evening or hit the road.

With Sullivan’s Roof performing, it was easy to adopt the hip nuances of the Irish, as the band is 50 percent Irish.

Lead vocalist Tim Hollohan and brother Sean Hollohan, the band’s rhythm guitarist, provide the Irish element for a band that also includes Jason “Slim” Hudson on lead guitar and Robert Gunning on bass.

The all-acoustic band formed a year ago and has been performing in North Carolina and South Carolina.

April 12 was Sullivan’s Roof’s first performance at Delaney’s. The band was liked so much it has already been booked to return on June 8.

Because the band doesn’t have a drummer, they regularly tell people that they adopted the name in homage to their late drummer who fell and died during a rooftop performance on Sullivan’s Island.

Of course, it’s not true.

It goes without saying that Sullivan’s Roof has its own brand of humor. How about the acoustic cover of Warren G’s “Regulators,” which they performed to hoots and cheers as Sean Hollohan donned black sunglasses and spoke lyrics into the microphone with a gangster whisper.

He even did an Irish version of the robot on stage, shoeless nonetheless. It’s not like “Shoeless” Sean Hollohan regularly performs without shoes; he just felt like doing it that night.

“It was just comfortable. I just didn’t feel like wearing any,” said Hollohan, “A few Roofys even told me my feet were sexy.”

(A roofy, similar to a groupy, is a term Sullivan’s Roof applies to any overzealous female fan that attends their performances. To be fair, they’ve also nicknamed all their male fans shingles).

If an Irishmen can get away with it in an Irish pub, surely I can get away with it. But hoisting my bare feet upon the table didn’t garner me any compliments, though a red-faced waiter informed me I would have to leave or put my feet away.

A lot of USC students invariably found their way into the Irish bar that night and found themselves enchanted by the atmosphere and the music.

Like Megan Mulligan, an Irish beauty a fourth year Spanish major who could’ve passed for the Rose of Calais.

I eventually made my way out of Delaney’s shoeless, but feeling like a true Irishman. Maybe it was the Guinness.