Loreena McKennit, Owain Phyfe, David Wilcox, Tom Waits, Kings Singers, Simon and Garfunkel, Celtic Woman, Noobler and the Gang, Twig Oaklyn Flewinia Thistlebottom, Scratch the Beggar, Zilch the Tory Steller, Hey Nunnie Nunnie, London Broil, Dextre Trip, and so many more, but all of the above have had significant influence on my heart and life.
Sounds Like
David Wilcox, Anything Acoustic, Anything Irish/Celtic
I was born and raised in Ireland. Me true mum died during childbirth, and her husband died in battle not three days after my ugly mug was introduced to the world. I say husband because, well... he'd been gone two years, so there was no way I was his own kin. That particular town didn't want me around (being a bastard and all), but luckily, a wandering band of minstrels took me under their wing. One woman, so named Ceilí, had just lost a child. Though she riled against it, her husband insisted they name me after their lately lost baby boy.
And so I was dubbed Tobias Thatcher O'Riley. They kept me last name, because every lad should have the chance to have his family name passed down. That man and woman became me mum and dad very quickly, and raised me as best they could. Mum died a few short years later while we were in Scotland. I remember very little of her, other than no one's lullabies could put me to sleep like hers did.
As I grew up, all the minstrels (including me father, Liam) tried in vain to teach me their instruments. Lutes, guitars, mandolins, drums, violins and violas, penny whistles... it didn't matter. My fingers just weren't dexterous enough for that art. I figure I'll give the viola another shot sometime soon... just have to earn enough coin to buy meself one. Since Dad died, I've picked up a penny whistle or two (sometimes two at once, but that's another story) and done alright for myself.
But all in all, me one true talent is in me voice. Dad always wondered aloud if I'd kept me birth-mum awake at night, singing in her gut. I still almost never stop.
Eventually, me dad passed on too, as I said. I started to make me own way then; I was the only Bard known who played no instruments and relied soley on his voice. I know not if that is still the case. I've been many places though, including France, Spain, Italy, England, and even Egypt. I have a few marks on me skin to commemorate me venture to the sandy place. The eyes or Horus, a Falcon headed God, were placed on me wrists to keep ever vigilant over a lonely Bard in me waking and sleeping hours alike. They were helpful when magic became a large portion of my life. Aye, before I left and when I returned to Ireland, I sought out certain places that I cannot begin to explain or describe. I've met elves... I only wish I could describe them, but I have not the time nor eloquence at this moment.
When I came to England for the first time, I met a very wize and learned man named Owain Phyfe. I made sure to see every performance I possibly could, even if I had to miss earning coin for meself for an hour or two. Seemed he knew any language you asked him about, and he was always kind and welcoming to any minstrel around. The man was and is truly the embodiment of a troubadour, and I was blessed and forever thankful when he taught me some of his songs and told me to make them me own.
I also met King Henry The Only and Queen Beatrice while there me first year. During His visit to a small village, a faire was thrown. Luckily, I'd landed a spot as one of the performers, and He was so gracious as to have me come sing for his Lady and the court. Apparently, I did well, as the entire court welcomed me to them any time I was near. The Queen is a beautiful woman; so graceful and regal, but not without a sense of fun. With her red hair, She reminds me of Mum. She and mum both always liked my one Italian piece best, too. King Henry had much talent of His own, and showed me some tricks as well. For instance, how to "Sally Forth" and where the "Seat of My Intelligence" was. Those who have seen such "tricks" know how humiliating they can be. All because He claimed I was more handsome than Him. I found it odd, though, for when I stood before the King, I had an odd sensation that I was looking in a mirror...
I continued my travels, back to the realms I cannot describe. Magic does not sleep in these places, and that is all that I may say.
I was knighted into the Order of St Genesius by the King during my second year in England. It made me heart ache that the man who raised me could not be there to see it in person. For some reason though, I felt there was a father figure around me regardless. Perhaps... no, it cannot be.
There's more... but I've things to do for now. Perhaps someday I'll write my entire memoirs out.
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