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  •  About the Guy Beating Time on the Bar. (6+ / 0-)

    I was at an immigrant Irish pub one evening in the NYC sphere while spending days at an Irish music workshop. Over in the corner was a large rocking trad jam sessiun led by the visiting world renowned teacher. They being so far above my pay grade, I sat down at the bar to buy a pub supper and enjoy the tunes bouncing over the heads of so many onlookers and informed fans.

    A few minutes after ordering, a string of familiar tunes rang past so I pulled out my tin whistle, an instrument invented for laborers with fewer holes than most woodwinds because laborers were usually under a 10 count of fingers, to give them the opportunity for the spiritual uplift of making music; --and I quietly fluted along.

    Immediately a heaping plate of corned beef, cabbage and praties was thrown down on me at no charge on condition that I keep playing along.

    Any place else I'd have been thrown out for making any sound at all  --as I was once on a lunch break playing that same whistle at my midwest hometown shopping mall. I figured these Irish people would leave me alone; never saw such a reward coming.

    We are called to speak for the weak, for the voiceless, for victims of our nation and for those it calls enemy.... --ML King "Beyond Vietnam"

    by Gooserock on Sat Mar 16, 2013 at 08:12:24 PM PDT

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