Strange Pulse

You know, there’s all kinds of things I could be blogging about, but I’m lazy and just feel like posting a song by one of my favorite artists. Mike Scott/the Waterboys.

I was just reading a tour diary he posted on his website about a tv show he performed on, filmed out in a remote spot in Ireland in a church. It’s called Other Voices, and I hope I’m somehow able to see it or get a copy. From Mike’s tour diary, describing the scenery travelling into the town:

“A few more miles and the road tumbles down into Dingle itself. To our left there are cows on the beach, where farmland runs right down to the harbour. To our left are little bright coloured houses and shops. Ahead of us are the roofs of town, and the great tower of the church in the centre, and the most dramatic backdrop of mountains all around. It’s like stepping the set of a play, and I know what’s ahead: music, music, friends, craic, fun, music, music and more music.”

And later, after the televised performance:

“Janette solves my shirt problem by arriving with a spare, and we all
go back to Benner’s where a mighty post-gig hoolie is revving up in
the bar and spilling out into the lobby and stairwells. We’re
surrounded by well-wishers, friends and familiar faces. Here’s Seamus’
lovely wife Mary, who I haven’t seen since 1990, and son Eoin, now a
handsome fellow in his early twenties. Here are Diarmaid and Denise.
Here’s Mazz Flaherty. And here’s….and here’s….Meanwhile, Seamus
being Seamus, the box is soon produced, and Steve being Steve, so is
the fiddle. I bring down my guitar, Liam brings out the bodhran, and
soon the reels, hornpipes and jigs are flowing like a merry river, and
a crowd has gathered round us.”

Why can’t I live in Ireland?!

Here’s a song I haven’t listened to in ages by the Waterboys, but I’ve been craving lately. Posted to the radio.blog.

I love it when he writes about walking the walk, rather than just talking the talk.