I particularly recall an evening in Dingle. County Kerry, Ireland The only town on the Dingle Peninsula, it sits facing the Atlantic Ocean about 71 km. northwest of Killarney. That night, we went in search of music…
Down by the harbour area we were lured into Murphy’s Pub by strains of traditional Irish music played by a duo aptly named ‘Shenanigans’ They lured us like the legendary sirens. For more than two hours they entertained the patrons of this crowded establishment with non stop renditions of well known songs. The singer played guitar and provided the banter. His partner sat astride a stool and caressed the living daylights out of a small accordion. He became almost trance like as he immersed himself in the lilting energy of the music. We found ourselves swept away by the playing of their hypnotic jigs and reels. Round and round again went the music. “How does he know when to stop?” whispered Vicki. There we were perched on tiny stools to the side of the players. It was a dream come true.
The pub was packed with an international audience. Men, women and children of all ages united for a brief time by the power of music. The Guinness flowed, hands clapped, feet tapped and hearts were lightened by the music in that small pub in Dingle. We drank a few easy pints of ale before strolling back to our lodgings through the cold, damp Dingle night. We felt well pleased with our evening in that remote little place.
Next morning we strolled the streets to capture happy snaps, trapping our memories in photographs. We passed Murphy’s Pub and thought of the previous night’s music and I swear I could still hear it…Happy St Patrick’s Day!