We had elected to play a month of sundays in west cork.
We didn’t do it all but the most memorable turned out to be no3 at Grove House. Where? The Georgian guest house?
Yes.
Friend Pauline (small, indefatigable, unstoppable force) had leaped on the idea of an end of season ‘Ball’.
And so…….a stage was erected…OUTDOORS (in Ireland for pity’s sake!). And they came…………..
There was lamb and pig on a spit, wines, beers and good company. We played for two and half hours or so.
And they danced and sang and shouted and laughed and remembered why it was good to be alive…………more than a 150 people in their tuxedos and masks and weird hats dancing in the rain (of COURSE it rained!).
We’ve not played better; as focused yet wild, raw and uninhibited.
The breath of life very much blowing through us….Big Mo in his one foot fez, Camilla with her wings and halo…..and Fergus in his crown; a benign Macbeth.
Rhythm section Anto and Darren fed the pulse and strings Marja and Bertrand sawed, scraped and soared above us! Gareth’s fingers flew as he leaped between modalities and interior harmonies……
Hey…a good time was had by all (no kidding).
And i for one will not forget it in a hurry.
Love your world
CVBlack