Brian Conway, Andy McGann, Paddy Reynolds, Tommy Peoples, Martin Hayes, Kevin Burke, Tony DeMarco, Dezi Donnelly, Sean Smyth, Cathal Hayden, James Kelly, Michael Coleman.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Hi Patrick ... that was fast FÁILTE and thanks for your friendship. Hope you get a chance to listen to some of our tunes ... there are some new LIVE ones added to give a flavour of a live concert ... hope you enjoy :-)) Sláinte, traditional music on Uilleann Pipes & Fiddle @ www.neffbros.eu
Hey Patrick, thanks for becoming friends with Agents of Karma. Perhaps we'll see you at a performance sometime. Until then, Peace Out and good Karma to you always from, Jayster, Conrad + Paddymyke:) AOK / NYC
Patrick, Hi - I just wanted to thank you for looking and listening! And if you like what you see and hear, check out - there's a great CD review at www. metalmonthly. com/5StarVio7. html and live Audio Interview about everything Metal and ... Violins... and bow ... and NO GUITARS on stage ;) www. MetalMonthly. com/Vio7. html :)- Armand
Hey there! Thanks for the add! You are by far my favorite fiddle player with Riverdance. I have seen the show man of times and I think you do the best! If you are up for chatting sometime let me know!
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.