The evening was pure joy. I love being able to walk into virtually any trad session in the world and be able to sit down and play music with total strangers; magically, even though we live hundreds - sometimes thousands - of miles apart, drawing from the same repertoire. The world's greatest religions have very little over a good Irish session as far as I'm concerned.
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Showing posts with label Rockport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rockport. Show all posts
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Rock City Cafe, Rockport Maine
My trip down to Maine to visit Nikos Appolonio and his cittern-making workshop happened to coincide, luckily, with the twice-monthly Thursday night trad session at Rockport's Rock City Cafe. The gathering was as fine a pub session as I've attended - and Boston, it is generally agreed, is a hard act to follow - boasting a full complement of top-notch musicians, and being hosted by the affable and most welcoming owner of the cafe, Suzanne, herself a fine piper.
The evening was pure joy. I love being able to walk into virtually any trad session in the world and be able to sit down and play music with total strangers; magically, even though we live hundreds - sometimes thousands - of miles apart, drawing from the same repertoire. The world's greatest religions have very little over a good Irish session as far as I'm concerned.
The evening was pure joy. I love being able to walk into virtually any trad session in the world and be able to sit down and play music with total strangers; magically, even though we live hundreds - sometimes thousands - of miles apart, drawing from the same repertoire. The world's greatest religions have very little over a good Irish session as far as I'm concerned.
Labels:
Irish Traditional Music,
Maine,
Nik Appolonio,
Rock City Cafe,
Rockport
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