A group of guerrilla artists decided to grant a nobody band one night of stardom. They decided to create the Best Gig Ever as an act of planned improv. A band chosen almost at random suddenly got the benefit of house full of manic fans–I love this idea.
That is pretty much how I felt during my Saturday night show at the Jazz Festival in Cork this weekend. Not to blow my own horn (yes we had a sax player), but we went down a bomb to a packed house who roared for more at the end. Always gratifying.
It made for such a change from playing to reasonably indifferent drunkards who request The Gambler and Ride On with astonishing consistency and forcefulness.
To those who attended: thank you; to those who missed it: it was luminous.
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Nice one.
What is it about Ride On and Christy Moore in general. No matter what type of music I have played, no matter where in the world, there is inevitably a request from the resident drunken paddy for some Christy Moore.
You mean they murmured appreciatively for more.
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