Monday, 1 April 2013

A Genetic Connection.

This is the commercial end of Irish folk music as it was before Celtic Woman invented Gaelic Glam Rock. Only Irishmen have voices like this guy, and it’s the sort of thing that the reprobate strand of my paternal ancestry would undoubtedly have understood. I hear echoes of both my father and me in it. It’s little wonder that I’ve spent my life pleasing myself, rather than pleasing the system merely to make money. I wonder whether any nice young lady washes her clothes in the pale moonlight in the Shire. Too late for me, even if there were such a vision.

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