There’s no fool like an old fool, they say, so what happens when a bunch of oul’ coots gather together to make music? The next series of posts may enlighten you as to the question just posed and may also, perhaps, enrage or entertain. Anything’s better than a yawn, I guess. These songs were the result of a few sessions around a table laden with alcoholic beverages of various kinds. Plonked in the centre of the table was a laptop with built-in mic that somehow survived the knocks and spillages that were part and parcel of the sessions.
Song 24: The City of Chicago– Written by Christy Moore’s brother, Luka Bloom, this is a firm favourite among listeners. The Irish have many bastions in the US: Chicago, Boston, and
New York, to name just a few. And, as in England, the Irish were instrumental in building the infrastructure that helped propel the Industrial Age. As members, ourselves, of the Irish diaspora, songs like this have an added resonance for us.
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