The parade marshall from St. Patricks Day parade insisted on buying my
first pint of the hard cider. And then he introduced me to the lovely
23 year old sitting on the corner bar stool. She's a petite woman with
fine features and could play an elf in a Lord of the Rings sequel. Her
friend is playing violin with the session, and she's sitting by a
young man who's playing Violin too, a tall handsome young man who
reminds me of Frodo Baggins or Harry Potter's sidekick who exclaims
bloody hell a lot. The two violin players met at Fenians and this is
no uncommon occurence. Go back to our 23 year old blond, school teaching flautist. I am twice
her age. She is concerned, being Dutch, that she might not fit in the
Irish session. I comfort her. Even I have a little Irish in my blood
tonight and it's Magners Hard Cider. Don't thinking of it as drinking
Guinness. Think of it as a transfusion. A woman from Hudsonville has
Fenians on her circuit and I tell my new friend how this Dutch lady
stops the chatter when she sings the Irish Folk Songs by heart. I
guess this helps because she perks up and exclaims, "I'm from
Hudsonville!" This is a good thing because tonight the session is
missing an Irish flute and James Galway lost none of his classical
chops to playing the Irish flute. There was a young man admiring the session, handsome, and I contrived
to introduce him to the 23 year old flautist. My work being done, I
sat down and nursed my pint. Here's a few thoughts about our Flying Dutch woman keeping alive the
Irish ballads. On Halloween, two Irish bands play her barn party out
in middle of nowhere. When the lakes clear of ice, you'll find her
sailing with the Brethern of the Great Lakes, a gentle band of
Pirates. Remember the parade marshal and his wife, the fellow who bought me a
pint Around May 2009, I saw his wife and he dining at the Grand in
Grand Haven, MI. Out on the street, I saw a fiddler from the Mona
Shores Fiddlers busking for dollars. So I gave this young woman twenty
and sent her in to play jigs for the couple celebrating their
anniversary. Next time at Fenians, he knew it was me.
first pint of the hard cider. And then he introduced me to the lovely
23 year old sitting on the corner bar stool. She's a petite woman with
fine features and could play an elf in a Lord of the Rings sequel. Her
friend is playing violin with the session, and she's sitting by a
young man who's playing Violin too, a tall handsome young man who
reminds me of Frodo Baggins or Harry Potter's sidekick who exclaims
bloody hell a lot. The two violin players met at Fenians and this is
no uncommon occurence. Go back to our 23 year old blond, school teaching flautist. I am twice
her age. She is concerned, being Dutch, that she might not fit in the
Irish session. I comfort her. Even I have a little Irish in my blood
tonight and it's Magners Hard Cider. Don't thinking of it as drinking
Guinness. Think of it as a transfusion. A woman from Hudsonville has
Fenians on her circuit and I tell my new friend how this Dutch lady
stops the chatter when she sings the Irish Folk Songs by heart. I
guess this helps because she perks up and exclaims, "I'm from
Hudsonville!" This is a good thing because tonight the session is
missing an Irish flute and James Galway lost none of his classical
chops to playing the Irish flute. There was a young man admiring the session, handsome, and I contrived
to introduce him to the 23 year old flautist. My work being done, I
sat down and nursed my pint. Here's a few thoughts about our Flying Dutch woman keeping alive the
Irish ballads. On Halloween, two Irish bands play her barn party out
in middle of nowhere. When the lakes clear of ice, you'll find her
sailing with the Brethern of the Great Lakes, a gentle band of
Pirates. Remember the parade marshal and his wife, the fellow who bought me a
pint Around May 2009, I saw his wife and he dining at the Grand in
Grand Haven, MI. Out on the street, I saw a fiddler from the Mona
Shores Fiddlers busking for dollars. So I gave this young woman twenty
and sent her in to play jigs for the couple celebrating their
anniversary. Next time at Fenians, he knew it was me.
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