I had a lovely bunch of spring crocuses ready for this week’s blog, then on Monday morning we woke up to snow.
We were on our way to the National Concert Hall. The Gloaming a group of musical wizards led by Martin Hayes, were about to play to a packed house. It’s like Irish traditional music, jazz and trance blended into a new genre, uniquely theirs.
When Martin, the King of the Faeries takes off with this wild fiddle playing, the rest of them follow, barely hanging onto his coat-tails. And then the audience is swept away with them, until we are all circling the lofty hall soaring through these dramatic riffs, in the flow of the old stories from the time before time.
Even their opening piece of about 15 minutes long, got a standing ovation…..
Then afterwards, fan that I am didn’t I run into Martin standing beside the cloakroom just as I collected my coat, twas still sleeting and snowing a bit. He held out his hand and I told him about my favourite quote of his “knowing the wisdom of what’s all around you and playing that” and how it relates to contemplative photography. (I now KNOW he has a set of gossamer wings hidden under those clothes)
They play in Australia and New Zealand next week. Never, ever pass up a chance to spend an evening with them…..