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| Well it happenned one night in August 2003 we ended up at a lovely wee session in a pub in Donegal. Unfortunately I had no bloody drum with me but I sat in the midst of the musicians in the hope of borrowing one for a few tunes. To my horror the only bodhran player there wouldnt have a bar of me and shook his head vigorously when I asked him. I was feckin disgusted.....the look on my face says it all innit, |
| I watched him play a few tunes boiling inside with a desire and a need to play like noone but another drummer could understand. BUT I remained dignified,. |
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| All was not lost. To my delight another bodhran player arrived on the scene. To my shock the grey haired bloke raised his drum into the air and hit it a thump with his stick as if to say "feck arf...tis only me playin ere" Well I wasnt long accosting the new arrival and kidnapped his drum for a few tunes. I wasnt finished with the greyhaired bugger yet though hee hee. |
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| We played a few sets and when they were finished I turned to my fellow bodhran player and said to him.. " I told ya I could play" Well the bugger just shrugged his shoulders and so I couldnt resist and added " Better than you" He retorted that the only thing I could do was play louder than him lmao . Well that was like a red rag to a bull . I noticed his seemingly American accent and said "Aaaaaaaaah Yer American" He was Canadian OOPS He replied "Aaaaaaaaah Yer English" |
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