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 47: Where is the Man– First heard by one of the singers in the pubs and clubs of republican Belfast around 1970. I haven’t come across it anywhere else, but maybe it goes under another title: a not uncommon phenomenon in Irish folk. It has a great tune to it and lots of energy- just a couple of the reasons we like it.