Thursday, February 03, 2005
It was too easy to take the piss, it was like being in the Gaeltacht again but without the cynicism. All these very innocent Irish speaking types sitting around a table, bright eyed and bushy tailed in a De Valera-esque way. And then the four of us - the boredom, the boredom, shouting for Class A's as a wind up and sticking on techno as an experiment in population control in a confined space. No use. This lot were not up for it. But then again who were we to define the parameters of being up for it? When all of a sudden a mandolin was produced, next an accordion, up came the flute and guitar and such a transformation I have never seen - they went mental. Whenever there is loud/live music at a party you never leave, it's a steadfast generational rule passed down from piss head to pill head.
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