Travelling to the Emerald Isle through storm Ali, not visited for 50 years.
In my head a clutch of new songs written with an Irish influence.
I know I’ll go and play them wherever i can. Maybe a final song to complete the album.
Things never turn out entirely as planned.
This song is inspired by a couple of great nights unexpected.
Can you guess the location?
Thanks lads down at Gleeson’s for your hospitality and choral renditions and warm
reception down at the Washerwoman?