Please Mr. Postman

This song always reminds me of Travers, this seedy little bar that was a hangout for illegal Irish immigrants. My friend’s band played there a lot, and the place was wild — you never knew what would happen next. Drunken fistfights, chairs tossed through the air, INS agents coming in one door while the patrons escaped through the other. Drunken patrons wandered up on stage whenever the band played a U2 song to grab a mike and sing along lustily, if not in tune. It was so much fun. Anyway, they always used to play this song and sometimes I’d sing backup:

The boys cover the Marvelettes: