Jackson
Well, as I wrote in my myspace blog (which is a bit awkward to say, regardless of how it's phrased), CelticFest has gone really well, I think. We had a fantastic set last night (it's early Sunday morning. I don't know why the devil I'm awake and writing journal entries, I've got to play again in nine hours. Oish), and we drew quite the crowd.
Sure, I could go on about that, but it would only be boasting and I'm not terribly good at that, so we'll leave it at 'grand'.
The festival grounds are quite lovely; it's about as large as the Celtic Heritage Festival (which we'll be playing next month - mark it down in your diaries, youse), so there wasn't a worry of getting lost or falling into a well or anything.
It's late.
I scarpered out of the seisiun when I realised that it would be best to save a bit of myself for tomorrow...today. I don't know when I am.
Erm...so, right, it's all gone very well and we're all of us having a fantastic time.
I'll have more tales to tell about it later, when the clock isn't shaking its red blinking fingers at me.
Sure, I could go on about that, but it would only be boasting and I'm not terribly good at that, so we'll leave it at 'grand'.
The festival grounds are quite lovely; it's about as large as the Celtic Heritage Festival (which we'll be playing next month - mark it down in your diaries, youse), so there wasn't a worry of getting lost or falling into a well or anything.
It's late.
I scarpered out of the seisiun when I realised that it would be best to save a bit of myself for tomorrow...today. I don't know when I am.
Erm...so, right, it's all gone very well and we're all of us having a fantastic time.
I'll have more tales to tell about it later, when the clock isn't shaking its red blinking fingers at me.