Every Sunday in a Pub very far away from Ireland there is a
gathering. It is a gathering of
musicians who share a love for music at its roots. They gather like clockwork around each other until the sound
of violins, bodhran drums, flutes, mandolins, and other foreign looking instrument
fill the spaces between them. I’m not a musician and have very little
vocabulary to describe the way it sounds. But I like to imagine an instrument
as an extension of a heart and as its sound mingles with others you can hear the
respect between hearts; sometimes it blends in accord, sometimes it repeats
social formalities, sometimes it grates, and sometimes it leaves the
traditional for a more playful interaction. But it always comes back to the
heart of a Ceili, a social gathering celebrating music and people. For the
observer it’s the ideal accompaniment to Sunday afternoon. This Ceili is hosted at the Irish
Embassy Pup (http://www.theirishembassypub.com).
A Pub, which has a way of tucking you into its corners and together with the
music, makes you feel quite content as your Guinness catches the afternoon
light.
