I'm currently listening to an Irish slow air called Amhran Mhuinse (excuse the lack of fadas but I'm writing this in blogger's own compose facility. And blogger is American, so...)
As usual I'm being struck by the difference between the Irish ballad a la Daniel O'Donnell, and the Irish slow air. The first has me running to the toilet in hopes of getting there before I spill the beans, while the second is so hauntingly beautiful and other-worldly that time seems to stop. Fortunately, Amhran Mhuinse is an example of the latter.
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