Shit, I’m going to have this repetitious damned thing stuck in my head all day now.
I’m going to see Celtic Woman (Women) in November, and I’ve listened to most of the stuff they have available on YouTube.
Question: Is there any other language that can make a song about seaweed sound so pretty while not looking half bad in the process?
Ok, that was a loaded question, but I have another:
How do you say “Thank you, and I wish you all the best” in Gaelic? We have an Irish radiology resident that is completing her term with us at the end of the month, and I’d like to give her a card with that note when she leaves.
Thanks!
What can you tell me about the traditional music scene, if anything?
I’ve recently moved to a place (New England) where lots of good musicians are trad sessioners, with a nice social network, and am trying for a sort of immersion in it. I’ve been dismayed to discover hints of “THIS is more trad than THAT so THAT should really be erased from memory and scorned by all right-thinking people” type attitudes. I wonder whether you get that in The Real and True Land of Eire too, or if it might be an overcompensation-for-not-actually-being-Irish sort of thing.
Commenting on American university-based class distinctions, a writer once remarked, “a Yale man gets drunk in an entirely different way from a Penn State man.”
Does an Irish Catholic get drunk in a different way from an Irish non-Catholic?
Why do the dancers in Riverdance keep their arms down by their sides
“Go raibh maith agat agus beir bua agus beannacht.” or something to that effect. Pronounced “go rev moth agut awgus bear boo-ah awgus banuckt”
Ok first off I don’t know a whole lot about the trad scene. I do play ballads the odd time and have been to a trad session or two but I’m not a part of that particular scene. However, I do sometimes get the impression that some people are very precious, exclusive and cliquey about it. Authenticity is a bigger factor I suppose in this scene than in others but I hate the archetypal trad “fascist” who says what is and isn’t traditional. You get the same people in other music scenes and it’s somewhat tiresome. Whether that sort of attitude is more or less prevalent here than over the water I couldn’t say.
Good Christ those Bodhran players look cheesy. She’s got a lovely voice though. If you like the song, check out Clannad’s version - it’s got a bit more verve.
Depends on which side of the border you’re on, I’d like to think that our southern cousins can drink in whatever damn pub they feel like.
So that their cell phones and loose change don’t come flying out in the middle of the performance.
I do not know the answer to this really. I do know that Polish Catholics in Ireland are as fond of the gargle as their Irish compadres.
I will never be able to look at them the same.
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I’m from Swords
Is Alan’s Hot Bread shop still there on the high street? They used to do the most wonderful all-day breakfasts on a baguette …
drools, gains weight
Are all Irish drunks as charming and witty as Dave Allen or was he an anomoly?
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Alas no. Now it’s a dodgy kebab chainstore, you know abrakebabra?
I used to love getting my lunch in Alan’s. None of its competitors could match it.
Most of us are, some of use significantly less so.
An Irish friend once claimed that Father Ted wasn’t as far from the truth as one might think ie parochial houses in the more remote regions often consist of an “under-achieving” middle-aged priest and a slightly clueless younger one looking after a (frequently alcoholic) elderly one. I’ve never been quite sure if I he was pulling my leg or not. Can you shed any light , or is this just one of Liam’s tall stories. He’s from Galway if that makes any difference.
Part of what made Father Ted funny was how believable parts of it was. I do know that alot of “defective” priests were shipped off to remoter parts but I don’t know about whether they always or often had that specific configuration.
I’ll add that the decor of the Father Ted house was horribly accurate.
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Damn and blast it! Yeah, I know Abrekebabra – walking back from The Golf Links in Portmarnock to my mother-in-law’s house, there was one helpfully situated exactly half-way on the lengthy walk home. All mile of it.