I'd always heard that it was a much more sedate celebration in Ireland than the brawling drunkfest that we Americans have turned it into. Stands to reason that we would move past the spiritual aspect and go right for the wet tee-shirt contests.
The parade in Dublin is nowhere near as old as many in the U.S. St. Paddy's Day used to be a religious holiday, with the pubs closed. Isn't that right, Joshua? I like to start celebrating the first weekend in March, to the last weekend-taking off on the 17th because its amateur night(no offense to all the partyers out there). And my family knows I start to play my Irish/Celtic Music collection in February.
May those that love us, love us.
As for those that don't love us...
May God turn their hearts.
And if He can't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we may know them by their limp!
Hello . Is 24-year-old woman from Republic of Korea. This year if do by Korean age, I am 25 years old. Present best writer is training that do measure flipper position. So, there are a lot of opportunitys to receive music. Cj has to progress in music broadcasting. So, at music importance and beauty of music weigh be, but I know.
I received fork music while listen to the radio not long ago accidentally. It could be fan who is ardent by leaps and bounds that it is music of my favorite style. First, as a listener who do music as is good good music and good information starting gaze word that is thankful to person in charge conveywant to.
Place that I live passed now March 18 1 : 43 P.M. just. Culture and language differ, but music and information and truth that can share is so happy. I live busily within everyday life that is repeated a day day although people will be so in the all world. It is speech without special event. I envy Mr.s that can enjoy culture freely if in a way, see. Here enjoys culture, but people tact much Baya Narageodeunyo^^ that is done and taking a serious view courtesy ;
Must spend great time even if time is going to it excessively take and use to translate being not good at English, but is having English study present .. Is quite confident that can do well by my force sometime. ^^
I will ask understanding if there was uncomfortable reading. Forward, I will ask good music. Fighting !!
My congrats to all involved in the programming for Saint Patrick's Day! In a past posting I suggested recognizing special days, but because you play so much Irish & Celtic music on a regular basis I could not bring myself to e-mail you a specific request. However, other than 100% Irish/Celtic, you did a fantastic job and I enjoyed as much as I could listen to.
P.S. How about adding Jim's "comments" to the Playlist info??
I agree with Chuck on the comments - Jim Blum has some interesting observations and asides, those of us who can only listen a few hours a day miss them.
Who had time for internet radio on St Pats day? :-)
In the immortal words of Russell Hammond (Movie, "Almost Famous")
"I am a GOLDEN GOD!"
The AM started at the Kildare house (my local pub) where honestly the best audience I had was m 'brutha Steve, and his parents... and the group that were in to 'wake' John... Never thought I'd get a request on St Pats day for Dougie MacLean's "Feels So Near"! It was a great way to start the day... Tagged m' brutha Michael O'Brien (www.oddenough.com) in, to take over at 4, knowing there were, simply -no- better hands to leave m' peeps in.
From 5-8 I was at a west end bar called "Rock Bottom" where, after the Irish Dancers left, I worked WAY too hard for the attention span of the audience I had. (Joked with the dancers, how easy they have it, only having to carry shoes, and all that dancing hair verses the loads and loads of gear I was humping around... I don't think they thought it was as funny as I did... Heh ) The exceptions in the crowd, as always, made all the difference... Case in point, the bar-owners grandmother... She musta been about a million years old... all decked out in her finest green, sipping her shandy, and generally beaming! She and I had a LOVELY time, me singing to her, and she smiling and clapping along with me... After one particular song, when she was the only one to clap, I set my guitar down quickly, crossed the few feet between us, took her and kissed her gently on the hand, and said, "Than YOU very much!" She was MINE all day after that!
9:30 saw me back on 'stage' at the Kildare House where things had reached a level of hot intensity... there was a passionate growl go through the place when took the stairs with my guitars... As if they were a salacious wife of many years, they knew what they wanted... and they knew -I- was there cause I WANTED to GIVE it to 'em! We roared! We ranted! We danced! Every sweet little girl in the house wanted me, (if only for a few moments) and all the guys they were with, wanted to BE me... (O.k... they wanted me too... and that's all right! I mean, who can blame 'em!?! LOL) My cheeks are bruised from the kissing, my shoulders, stooped from the hugs....
I 'Whiskey'd' all the Jars.... All of our Rovers were Wild... we went on Beer Run after Beer Run... No Sailor was left, unDrunken... Mari, her mother, and I, came to a mutually beneficial understanding... We ended the the night, each of us picturing some Pair Of Brown Eyes, singing all together, "And A-rovin', A-rovin, A-rovin I'll go". I'd hit the wall, climbed it, leapt from the top and was soaring at that point... I coulda played that chorus all night.
Give me a day or so to get feeling back into my finger tips... and to heal the blister from my tipper... maybe rebuild some kind of voice from the shattered bit of what remains, and I might even say it was the best St Pats day I've had in the 12 or so years I've been giggin...
And well, the Chicago Roll that doesn't FIT into my wallet ain't so bad either! I wish Sony would hurry up and ship the PSPs!
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