Farewell.
I'm crying again.
It's not as if I knew Liam Clancy. I never even saw him perform. But listening to his exquisite 1965 solo album is almost too much to bear. The disaster depicted in "Anach Cuain" is devastating. Clancy's rendition of "Dirty Old Town" is reserved while "Home Boys Home," ostensibly a jaunty sailor's song, emphasizes the damage done by wayfaring strangers. "The Water Is Wide" reduces me to a puddle of tears. It's all great.
So is this more recent live performance of "Red Is the Rose."
It's not for the parting with my sister Kate/ It's not for the grief of my mother/It's all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass/That my heart is breaking forever.
Clancy died last week.
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I truly enjoyed Darius Rucker's concert a couple days ago. Here's my review.
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Kansas City Click: Brian Martin headlines a hootenanny Tuesday at the Record Bar.
4 comments:
I figured you'd give a thumbs up to Rucker. Nanci Griffith has been doin' it for years. She loves the guy. And yes, that means when every body that he was some dude named Hootie. You know us, there can only be ONE Hootie though. Who dat? Let 'em guess, Bill.
There Stands the Glass readers aren't drinking ignorant oil, BGO!
Good retort HIB.
Did you hear that Marva Whitney was on the Walt Bodine show today? I missed most of it; I'll DL the podcast.
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