The Legend It's a short enough story. Seems one day a lad scraped a barnacle off his currach when suddenly it (the barnacle) addressed him in an outraged voice: "What are you playing at, lad? You don't see me tearing down your squalid little hut now, do you?" The boy ran from the scene with his tail between his legs (the tail is another story) all the way to the funny farm (O'Loon's Asylum for the Touched, 23 Watering Way, Galway) where he was heard to repeat: "A barnacle with blarney, a barnacle with blarney." Once beside a time this legend washed up on the shores of Cyclorama Studios in Western Cincinnati and has stayed there (rent free) ever since. If you like Celtic music, give us a listen!