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Mike McGoldrick & Dezi Donnelly – The Full Set (RTÉ) Part 1
Old tunes that can crack a heart of stone:
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Long Gone Cannibal — Chapter 2ish
It was always my job to say grace. “Dear Heavenly Father,” I began. Something made me look over at the strange old woman. Her head was turned away from the table. “We thank you for the blessings…” And the words … Continue reading
Long Gone Cannibal Blues
Lord, I miss her. After all these years, why should it be so? I cannot tell you. I was 8, and corn simple, When, at 83, she stepped back into a life She could not have imagined With people who … Continue reading
Sleeping Out
Last night the storm drove ‘cross the Sound and rain Blew through the seams into the crowded tent. We tried to huddle-sleep, all soaked again, but Martine is coughing, hard. All sleeping went When Julie left at 3. I wish … Continue reading
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Pickles
& after awhile, you mostly get fed up Accommodating surprise! Why should you? Why should I? Sandpaper, take note, young man, Is The Lord’s very answer to sharp corners And what that won’t cure? Out! Once you’ve understood & made … Continue reading
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Mr. Dave & Mr. Weisenborn
I been rocking Mr. Dave ever since my man C clued me in way back in the way back when. Never seen him live, though I was strolling through Kobe one afternoon and came across Chicken George’s with a poster … Continue reading
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Sharon Shannon’s “Neck Belly Reel”
I can posit no reason this should be called The Neck Belly Reel, I only know that it is one of the most bust-out-fun tunes to play that I’ve picked up in years. (And yes, I have a crush on … Continue reading
Bodysurfing
The Earth dreams and sighs in tides that lick the thorns of rock we cling to. How many millennia perched there watching seal and dolphin before one of us first caught the trick of turning such movement to bliss? Up … Continue reading
Tosayamada Station
On the platform above the plastic pews, the dirty station flags wave, colored smudges, dark’ning in diesel, and coming dusk. Near the kiosk, empty now and dark, a Coke machine winks but nobody slumped and silent makes eye-contact. Under the … Continue reading