Luckily, the music this year was nothing short of spectacular. I give you Zelma's band:
John Ryan's Polka
John Ryan’s Polka
It was an outdoors concert, and Zelma is the girl with the fiddle. The one in the middle. (The one on the right, or left, depending on your point of view, is Zeidi whom I’ve mentioned before, but ages ago.) M and I met up with the band before the concert at a local pub where they were drinking whiskey from a jar to calm the nerves. I think they only succeeded in getting a little drunk, but a little case of drunk can only make a concert better.
The Wild Rover had everyone clapping along:
The Wild Rover
And Flogging Molly’s Drunken Lullabies had everyone singing along and dancing rather drunkenly:
That’s all for today, tomorrow I have no more work and will have to start studying so I have a feeling I’ll have lots of time for blogging. I’ll leave you with Zelma’s greeting to you.
“A blind weasel is better than a crossed-eyed fox.”
No one knows why they let Zelma out among people. *