The young Fiachna tries some flower power
Petal To The Metal
Fiachna Ó Braonáin on the roots to his rock agus reel
Including, of course, fame and something on the road to fortune
Early memories of coming downstairs on a Saturday morning to find my parents’ vinyl records scattered all over the floor after having friends over the night before – The Chieftains, O Riada, Alan Stivell, Brendan Behan Sings Irish Folk Songs, Na Filí and many more.
As I grew up my father took me to trad sessions and tin whistle classes. I really loved those nights. The pin-drop silence as someone sang a sean-nós son, the whoops and yelps propelling the jigs and reels along, the stomp of the set dancers to the Kerry polkas. The chats, the conversations, looking up to the older fellas who had an encyclopedia of tunes at their beck and call. I tried to learn them as I played along.
Anais Mitchell Brooklyn Bridge
Planxty The West Coast Of Clare
Jimi Hendrix All Along The Watchtower
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