I watch this to experience the sheer loveliness of Cara
Dillon, the wearing but undeniably legendary Paul Brady, the enigmatic and
unsung heroine behind the harp, the ever-perfect fiddle playing of Ally Bain (who
becomes ever more inflammatory as the night wears on – a fact I discovered to
my cost a couple of times) and the sad story it tells. But mostly I watch it
for the piano playing of Sam Lakeman. I’m not generally a big fan of the piano,
but sometimes it just works in the right hands.
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