For Cole’s birthday yesterday, the band made a little banner installation in our van. It said, “Welcome to Earth, Cole!” Unfortunately, the city of Galway had conspired to gloom all over the poor guy. Our guitarist was assailed by every kind of Cole kryptonite known to man: accordions, open string chords strummed on acoustic guitars, cold and rainy weather. To top it all off, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone happened to be playing a separate show in the upstairs room of the venue, Roisin Dubh, which seemed like it would be a birthday treat. Our fatal mistake was that we had forgotten that Casiotone’s specialty is making you feel PAINFULLY ALONE. Poor Cole finished the night spiraling into a miserable birthday sleep.