My swell season in love, even for just one nite… N.10236
Paddy’s day. 4 years ago I was there, sweet ireland. 4 years ago one of my irish roomie gave me a can of beer before going to bed on the 16th of march and said « hey frenchy, here’s urs’! » me « errr wha? why? waiiii…whaaaa?« brian -who actually was in the kitchen- « tomorrow’s paddy’s day frenchy, first thing we AAAAAAllll gonna do before even putting a toe out of da bed will be to chug it« me « errrr well, maybe i’ll give it a try yeah -i was so diplomatic back in those days gosshhhh-, but i’m going to see the parade you know » « owww come on frenchy, not this touristic thing! » « you might have forgotten, but i do am a tourist ahah » « fair enough, we’ll see each other in one of the temple bar venue for some pints then » [we eventually did, but more in rathmines]
4 years later, i’m in another country, doesn’t mean i don’t think ’bout it, quite the opposite actually, but what better way to remind me how great this emerald island is than to talk about one of the artist i for sure wanted to see the most, The Swell Season, aka Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, Irish of course -or adopted, jus’ like the way i was-, discovered in the movie « Once » -recorded while i was there-, and 2 albums later, i could see them… and i wasn’t disapointed -to say the least-..