McCann met Greg Browne on the first day of Kindergarden in a small wooden school called St. Joseph's on the Waterford river in Kilbride. The math tells me it was 1972. The Sisters of Mercy still wore their habits back in the day, an extremely effective method of frightening the living shit right out of little boys. McCann remembers feeling very small and looking around for someone like minded. What he found was a friend.

For the most part, the lads focused on their ABC's and avoiding the sting of the dreaded ruler. But like all little boys, they sometimes found themselves on the wrong side of right, and occasionally documented their misadventures in song. "Wandering Ways" and "My left Hand" (a true story) are good examples of what can happen when these two scholars collaborate. Pure Genius. It's really too bad that Greg decided to disregard his songwriting "gift" to focus on saving lives as a vascular surgeon. Maybe someday he will put aside his medical hobby and make time for his "art". Until then we will just have to make do with McCann singing "Bad For me" at The railway Club in Vancouver on friday nite.

see you there

Tosh