St. Patrick’s Day Comes Early to Terminal 5

March 14th, 2013

Dropkick Murphys – Terminal 5 – March 13, 2013

Seeing a man walk down 56th street in a kilt in below-40-degree weather might normally seem strange. But once he was inside Terminal 5, where last night Dropkick Murphys played for the second night in a row, he fit right in. There, he and a few thousand other fans were surrounded by all sorts of things befitting a Dropkick Murphys show right before St. Patrick’s Day, including green balloons, green and gold stage lights and plenty of crowd surfing to Celtic punk.

Early in the night, bassist and founding member Ken Casey eased what might have been the one tension between the seven-piece and the crowd: “Regardless of our sports allegiances, we get treated like gold in this fair city,” he said as he thanked the crowd in his thick accent (which didn’t stop a “Let’s go Rangers!” chant from happening when they later raffled off a Dropkick Murphys jersey in Boston Bruins colors). The veteran band has become a well-oiled machine behind Casey and fellow singer Al Barr throughout the years, and it showed in their comfort onstage, even as they played at a wicked pace. Those on the first floor were moving nonstop for just about the entire show, and they rarely had a chance to catch their breath, as the band fit in as much of their discography as they could.

The community Dropkick Murphys have built over the years is impressive. Casey went so far as to refer to some familiar faces in the crowd as “legends,” and the band even allowed one onstage once they realized he wasn’t just another crowd surfer. But that regular wasn’t the only lucky guest to grace the stage. The group brought out two boxers, one local and one from Boston, as well as two other fans who “competed” in what Casey joked was Dropkick Murphys’ Idol. The last guests of the night came during the encore, when during “Kiss Me, I’m Shitfaced” every girl remotely close to the stage climbed up, only to be promptly followed by just about every guy during the next song. When the house lights came on and the hundreds of fans and friends made their way off the stage, the most appropriate song played out the crowd: “My Way,” by Frank Sinatra. —Sean O’Kane

Photos courtesy of JC McIlwaine |