And so it ends, as it began
Just got back from Smithfield, session at the Cobblestone pub. Caught the last train. Was a good night, nice session with two other fiddles, box, banjo, and guitar. And I must remember to tell Des Regan that Joe Breen said hi. Small world.
Speaking of small world, I got on the train at St. Stephen's Green, and at the next stop another guy with a fiddle got on. He walked over to me and said "we meet again!" - wouldn't you know it, one of the guys I'd met up at the Frankie Kennedy winter school a couple years ago. We spent a few minutes reminiscing about the sessions in Gweedore, and made plans to meet up again next year (missed it this year). God I love this place. Figures I have to roll on to the airport in 7 hours or so.
I was pleasantly surprised to be reminded that I had more connections here than I had kept track of. Also felt bad about forgetting to stay in touch with everyone. But overall, good. It was a long day, but I managed to get the dud hard drive exchanged, put everything in to Ger's computer and got the old drive copied to the new, got everything installed and working. Got to the session, heard some good music, played some good music.
I felt like I'd been reawakened. Yes, I'm an engineer. I'm also a musician. A singer, a dancer, and yes, a lover. I'm all of these things, and I excel at them. Sure I make mistakes from time to time, but they don't diminish who I am. Silly that I needed to be reminded of that, that I forget bits of myself, when even friends separated by time and distance remember, but so it goes, and now here I am. Part of me is ready to go home, back to LA, but part of me knows that right now, I *am* home.
Speaking of small world, I got on the train at St. Stephen's Green, and at the next stop another guy with a fiddle got on. He walked over to me and said "we meet again!" - wouldn't you know it, one of the guys I'd met up at the Frankie Kennedy winter school a couple years ago. We spent a few minutes reminiscing about the sessions in Gweedore, and made plans to meet up again next year (missed it this year). God I love this place. Figures I have to roll on to the airport in 7 hours or so.
I was pleasantly surprised to be reminded that I had more connections here than I had kept track of. Also felt bad about forgetting to stay in touch with everyone. But overall, good. It was a long day, but I managed to get the dud hard drive exchanged, put everything in to Ger's computer and got the old drive copied to the new, got everything installed and working. Got to the session, heard some good music, played some good music.
I felt like I'd been reawakened. Yes, I'm an engineer. I'm also a musician. A singer, a dancer, and yes, a lover. I'm all of these things, and I excel at them. Sure I make mistakes from time to time, but they don't diminish who I am. Silly that I needed to be reminded of that, that I forget bits of myself, when even friends separated by time and distance remember, but so it goes, and now here I am. Part of me is ready to go home, back to LA, but part of me knows that right now, I *am* home.