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My most recent visit to Skipper's, a cool, laid-back restaurant/music venue in Tampa, came about through my gal pal Kelli K. She invited me to see a band called The Prodigals, an Irish jig-punk band that she couldn't stop raving about. I had never heard of The Prodigals before, but another Irish punk-style band I really like, Flogging Molly, always gets me going, so I was game for the show.

Upon arrival, we took care of business and made a beeline for the bar. New Castle was my choice for the evening, while Kelli went for the margaritas. The opening band, The Gita, was already jamming out its set. The Gita's a local band I wasn't familiar with. Prior to the show, my girlfriend told me she couldn't describe their style, but assured me they were already legends in their own minds. When I heard them at Skipper's, I came to the conclusion that she was right about their style: You really can't label them. The Gita played everything from rap to rock, and I'm sure I heard a flute solo somewhere in there at one point. I liked the band's diversity but not any one song grabbed me. The crowd seemed receptive to their ever-changing tunes, so it was all good.
We decided to head toward the back of the crowd. It was still early in the evening, so I had time to peruse with my camera. The crowd was a mix of styles and ages: a few hippies here, a couple of punks there, throw in a few 9-to-5ers looking for a good time. A wonderfully diverse yet mellow crowd.


When the prodigals finally took to the stage (several New Castles and margaritas later), there was an immediate response from the audience. Lead singer Gregory Grene, his trusty accordion in hand, informed us of the fun-filled evening we were about to experience, and boy was he right! As soon as the music started, it created a wave of dancing across the crowd. Beer bottles raised in the air began to sway with the rhythms, and people sang along with the tunes. This band has an obvious following and by the end of the evening's awesome set, I could see why.

There is no mistaking the base of The Prodigals' music: a traditional Irish folk style. But the combination of Grene and guitarist Ray Kelly's vocals emit a melodic and hard-edged sound at the same time. The impetuous guitar style kicks the tunes into punk mode, along with the incredibly strong rhythm support of bassist Andrew Harkin and drummer Brian Tracey. Grene's accordion skills are remarkable; he is definitely one of the best accordion players I have ever heard. (His talented voice, aw-shucks smile and charming Irish demeanor doesn't hurt, either.)

Although the lyrics and certain rhythms lean toward traditional Irish tunes, strong driving bass lines and fast tempos give them a harder edge without overpowering the melodic tone throughout. This band experiments with many different styles, setting them apart from the characteristics of the traditional Celtic music scene. The lyrics were as powerful as the music; songs about political unrest, love left on the way side, child murderers and, of course, tying one on and all the good and bad that comes with it (a quart of Cork dry gin, anyone?). Check out the band's latest effort if you haven't already. Dreaming in Hells Kitchen was released in November and kicks much ass with its mix of folk ballads, Irish jigs, rousing marches and punk attitude.


Midway through the show I decided to snap some shots of the band in action. The crowd was rowdy but courteous, and I was able to get a few good close-ups. By the end of their set, I was sold on the Prodigals. After the show, the bar began to empty out and we were ready to hit another spot. We hung around and met up with the band and they were quite friendly. We chatted for a bit, and they posed for few group shots before Kelli and I bade them farewell (The Hub was waiting, but that's a whole 'nother story!).

As usual, we enjoyed our evening at Skipper's. This favorite local haunt is an oasis in the middle of frantic urban Tampa. From killer bands like The Prodigals to an exotic menu that offers regional favorites like gator (gator tail, gator black bean chili, gator kabob hey, don't knock it till you've tried it), everything about Skipper's says "Tampa." So rare in a town where every club is trying to emulate a bigger, more exciting city. But the "beautiful people" can have their laser lights, rotating dance floors and silicone-stuffed bimbos.
As for me and mine we'll see ya at Skipper's, where yet another undoubtedly awesome show awaits.

Eva Dark

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