We went to a
church tonight to listen to a Celtic
concert. It was a one man, I mean, one
woman show. This young lady is a senior
at a prestige college that I think everybody there probably majors in
music. She just traveled to Ireland, Scotland, and Canada in
pursuit of Celtic Music.
She was the leader of every song. She played the violin mostly, but did sing
some also. The musicians that
accompanied her in various combinations were:
her roommate who played a flute; two other student-musicians who played
the guitar and a percussion instrument; a piano player, her aunt who played the
harp; her father playing the guitar; and her mother who sung a lively duo with
her. Her mother was very expressive when
she sung, body language-wise.
It was all
very entertaining and I got the sense of good Irish and Scottish music
traditional music. One song had such a
beat to it everybody was stomping their feet keeping tune, the music getting better and better with each stanza -
I was really getting the feeling of the sense of Celtic Music when suddenly
everything went black. Later they told
me I ripped off my shirt and jumped up on the stage and did my own rendition of
River Dance.*
*The last
sentence was completely fabricated.
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