Blissful Sleep
The temperature was absolutely perfect for sleeping last night. As a result, I had some of the most pleasant dreams in recent memory. I dreamed that Meg and I were in Cape Breton again, at the dance hall in Glencoe Mills. Buddy MacMaster was there on the fiddle. Chirps, a Chicago old-time fiddler, was there for some reason as well. I think I got up on stage and played with Buddy for a set or two. Can't remember if it was piano or fiddle, but it was a blast. We were invited to a ceilidh (house party) immediately following the dance over in Mabou, where there was sure to be lots of great music until the wee hours of the morning. The dream didn't make it to the ceilidh, unfortunately, but it was still an awesome dream.
Someday, I want to go back, only this time I want to do it better. The last time we were there, it was really fun, but I don't think I really understood the music or culture as well as I do now. As beautiful as Cape Breton is in the fall, I don't think I would return for the Celtic Colours Festival. I would either attend the summer music school in Inverness, or just go in the summer and seek out ceilidhs and do nothing but play and listen until the early hours of the morning.
Someday, I want to go back, only this time I want to do it better. The last time we were there, it was really fun, but I don't think I really understood the music or culture as well as I do now. As beautiful as Cape Breton is in the fall, I don't think I would return for the Celtic Colours Festival. I would either attend the summer music school in Inverness, or just go in the summer and seek out ceilidhs and do nothing but play and listen until the early hours of the morning.