Anticipation of a Big Day
I’m very excited right now because it’s a big day for Irish KC.
It’s a day more important than the day I met the Governor of Missouri, Mel Carnahan, many years back. Then again tomorrow is more important than that. And tomorrow is bin day.
Possibly today is a day to rival getting bumped into by Shane McGowan in the queue for Bad Bob’s, or even the exalted moments of witnessing close-up Muhammed Ali run over my sister’s toe.
I’m expecting it to be a bigger moment that the day Sinéad O Connor stood beside me in Golden Discs as we both searched through country tapes - and bargain basement tapes, it must be said. I did all my searching with my eyes because for some reason none of my limbs would move.
Today isn’t going to rank with seeing Nelson Mandela in Dublin while listening to the ANC anthem, but still, it’s a day that has me excited. And with excitement comes nervousness, so rather than make that any worse I’m not going to tell you until later in the day.
All I’ll say is that it has to do with music.
Nearly as important for me this week was when I joyously stopped the bicycle when cycling home from O’Dowd’s the other night. Can you guess why?
Of course you can - because you’re a regular reader. About a dozen blocks from the nearest place you’d expect to find such rogues, I found one waiting for me at the side of the road.
The streets of America are paved with the things. And furthermore for the doubters among you, I can tell you that I have received three emails in the last week telling me of other such rogues being found on the streets of the midwest.
But anyway, excitement. Can you guess a name?
UPDATE: The answer is in the comments
Some Names To Help You:
• She Moved Through The Fair
• Irish Irish Festivals & the World Fleadh
• Or Suggest a Name to Be Put in a Cartoon
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
I’m trying to figure out what tennis balls have to do with music. Hmm…
Aaron
Eolai I peeked at the “Kansas City Star” to get a hint and see that Norah Jones and the Insane Clown Posse are in town. ICP are a joke, naturally, so is it Norah Jones?
Aaron - excitement is the connection. Yes finding stray tennis balls makes me as happy as dog finding a bone, or a dog finding a tennis ball even.
Medbh - good work, but alas wrong country. You should have been peeking at the Irish Times for not but half an hour ago I just came off the phone having conducted an interview with one of Ireland’s greatest performers.
I need a pot of tea. We’ll talk soon.
i would say bono, but i can’t imagine you not taking a phone call with bono in stride!
I know who it is.
But I’m not telling.
You’ll understand when Eolai finally fills you all in.
Lisa Hannigan?
Oh my Angie! I’d be total incoherent mess if that was the case, and probably wet myself in the process.
In fact my legs have gone all funny now just thinking about that voice. Very good guess though, but no.
Truth be told I wasn’t far off the incoherent mess anyway with the actual person. And I just might be able to share that babbling incoherency with you in the morning. Or sooner.
Damo & me - listen to my interview of Damien Dempsey online