Yesterday I was lucky enough to see this great band perform live here in Antwerp again. I really feel so lucky they performed in my hometown.
Don't know why, but once Celtic music gets into your heart, it never seems to leave it. I really admire those men, old enough to be my father, or even my grandfather, if generations passed quickly, for their energy and the way they bring old music alive.
This performance was unlike any other. With some video and photos they brought back their band members who crossed to the other side. It was a great experience for me to see the image of the great Luke Kelly brought back alive. I always admired his voice and I regretted the fact I would never have the chance to ever see him perform live. Also the same for Ciaran Burke and Ronnie Drew. I can still hear their voices and the way they played their instruments on recordings, but still ...
This brought me to a quote of my favorite television series ever: "Robin of Sherwood". The haunting melodies of Clannad, a band I also had to fortune to see live in the same hall here in Antwerp, just carried this metal head away to a strange experince.
So thinking of this quote: "Nothing is forgotten, nothing is ever forgotten", I started to get the feeling this concert was unique in a certain way. The three Dubliners that died will never be forgotten and for a moment I had a feeling their spirits still live on and that they were there.
Since I did forget something last time, I was clever enough to take my camera with me this time, but yeps ... the battery wasn't charged, so I was unable to take great pictures.
Was it a curse? I don't know. I did take some, but maybe because I wasnt focussed on my camera or cell phone, I might have enjoyed the show even more. It actually crossed my mind that last time I charged that camera battery, I was in Ireland, using a plug from a travel compagnon, since my continental plug didn't much the sockets they use on the emerald iseland.
Now what brought me there in the first place? My love for music and my quest to find more than what I already knew.
As I said: I do love The Dubliners, Clannad and Breton musician Alan Stivell. Their work is a part of my memories and a part of my being and I know it will always be, since they have CDs to listen too, even when they might be gone and I am still here. Except for Eurosong winner Eimear Quinn, I was unaware of what was there as well.
But I always had a feeling the journey shouldn't stop there. I always wondered if there weren't any more people of my age group and even younger trying to keep that music alive in their own way and that was what brought me to Ireland and to my empty camera battery.
Surfing online I did found out that there are younger artists playing this music and I found out I love it still. I went to the iseland this great band I saw performing yesterday because I found another great artist, not known to a great audience, not playing the big halls, but his music did impress me and not only that ... I also found a great friend that helped me trough desperate hours in a way not only music could.
So I do share great memories of my Dubliners concerts, all three I've seen and my Clannad concert, but I might cherrish most the time I also spent with my friends in Ireland. Seems like The Dubliners gave me a great time, same as my friend musician in Ireland, but still ... I wonder if their pasta is as great of that of my friend Marc (marcgunn ), because I do think his music is just as great as well. Since I will never see Luke Kelly perform live, I do feel gratefull I could sit next to my friend with his autoharp.
I can still listen to his CDs and his podcasts, but I do hope I can meet him again, since I can enjoy his music as much as I like, but I might never enjoy his company again. Same as I am glad I forgot to recharge my camera, because The Dubliners might be back next year and I might see them again, but each show is so unique, I might have missed out a lot, if I was just watching it in a way to take great pictures of it.
So I just surrender: there are things that might just get into your heart and won't leave, no matter how hard you may try to forget them.