
It was another Sunday in Sean’s. Outside the sun was splitting the rocks and inside faces were splitting wide with smiles while the music raged and rambled. Despite the fine weather, a fire was roaring in the fireplace, baking the backsides of your favourite blogger and the unfortunate bass-weilding ze germanz to my right.
We had some great trad from the amber moon core and assembled others. A banjo present gave us this excellent taste of bluegrass. I’ll even admit to singing one among the accomplished musicians - even if I stumbled over a good many of the words.
You’d imagine it was just too excellent a day to stay indoors, but the crowd never wavered. There’s a pic there for ya, pants - lookit ‘em all!
When the music draws an Irish crowd away from fine weather . . . well, enough said!
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