About ten days have passed and I seem to have lost the essence of the show experience. I find it difficult to remember detail about any of the songs. As dearly as I would have loved to catch time in my hands and hold it, to hang on to the essence of the experience, I could not do it. It is over. It is gone. I will have to find a way to deal with the sense of loss that threatens to overwhelm me at the moment.
But I can see myself very clearly on both nights. In Sunderland in the pit, absolutely overwhelmed by the mass of people pressed around me (have read that somebody said he has Continue reading
Tomorrow the journey begins.
If all go well the roads of Ireland and Scotland will eventually lead us to England.
And Sunderland and Manchester.
And a dream come true.
I will try to share here when possible.
Thank you to everybody who understands what this means to me.
PS. Thanks to the unknown creator of the collage.
I was raised in fear.
No, not fear for my life or my possessions. Lucky me.
But mostly fear of the unknown, the fear that something will go wrong somewhere. My dear old mother was a worrier. She worried constantly about everybody in the huge family. Will the one who is travelling have an accident? Will the one with a cold get pneumonia? Will the one doing an exam fail?
Of course her worry was born out of love. And of course life sometimes Continue reading