Gaelic Storm, that is. This Irish band rocks as hard as U2, but in a more traditional way. Its music sounds equally at home in a pub or dance hall (though not a dance club - not trancy enough). But the vocals, fiddles, and brilliant pipes (bag and uilleann) make this a brilliant album. Songs like “Northern Lights,” “Rum Runners,” the leadoff single “Raised on Black and Tans” and what should be the next single, “Chucky Timm,” offer proof that traditional music is alive and well, thank you very much.
Came home today from a brief respite in the beautiful U.P. (love that Drummond Island) to find more music awating: Several from ECM, Ted Pilzecker’s jazzy new Steppe Forward, Cuban legend Issac Delgado's collaboration with Freddy Cole, and perhaps most exciting, the new Soulive recording of Beatles hits, Rubber Soulive. Should be great.
The time in the U.P. was delightful. Drummond is relaxing, enticing, and the weather was great. No foxes (had to come back to Empire for that), but deer in the front yard (Mom, Dad and Bambi) and a couple sandhill cranes in the field nearby. They are hoppy birds, with enormous wingspans. Very cool. Bayside Dining still offers some of the tastiest desserts in the known world. The maple and chocolate cognac crèmes brûlées were the Best. Crèmes brûlées. EVER.
More fun to come as I slog through the music, and coming tomorrow, a diatribe on political signs and commercials. Design apparently goes right out the window when politicos enter the fray. Don’t these people know how we actually read?
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