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 34: Begleys– Went into the radio station today to co-host our regular fortnightly show, A Touch of Ireland. Drove there because of a phone call the night before from my partner in radio-crime that he was entertaining seven Irish backpackers from Bondi and that it may be advisable, nay, prudent, to vary our wonted routine and for me to pick him up. We always start with an instrumental- and to my surprise he started with this- a tune we had recorded around the table a few years back. And, indeed, it was one we resurrected just last week as part of our reconstituted sessions.