OK, there is a God... I've always wanted to learn the tin whistle (you know me, "I'm a jack of all trades, but a master of none" because I have so many interests!!) So when I moved here, my landlord/lady told me of a person who taught music in the village...in the pink house with the thatch roof...well, there aren't too many that answer to that description so I had no difficulty finding it. I signed up and started last night with a group of lovely women who have been taking for awhile. Sheet music is forbidden, which makes sense since you certainly don't see folks in a Trad session stop to pull out their music...they just have it all stored in their being. Music is just part of them. It is like watching a poor flute player and a good one. They may both have the notes memorized, but the good one just feels the music, can't help but move with it. Well, I'm going to move with the jigs this year. It's very hard to get out of visual and into audio mode but I'll keep working on it. We are working on "Scatter the Mud" for this first week. My teacher's name is Una ni Fhlannagain...yes, her last name if Flanagan...further confirmation of the humour of a higher being!! I'm just so excited...the house is amazing, the family is creative and inspirational... I'll enjoy.
Photos: House, Una, other ladies in the group.
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