Continued...
<<back home

 
         
 
I woke up in Ardmore.

Ardmore is tiny seaside village along the south coast of Ireland.

The town is known for a few things. It won Ireland's Tidiest Town Competition. It has a lovely beach. It also has the best preserved monastic round tower in Ireland.

What's a round tower you ask? Well, apart from looking like an 12th century phallic symbol, the Round Tower was used as a keep. The door is about fifteen feet off the ground. When the monks were afraid of attack (by the Celtic pagans, let's say), they'd cram in here with all their goodies, pull up the ladder, and presto! ...the perfect stage for a good taunting.

Ardmore is also known to have plenty of live music in the local pubs. That's where I fit in.

But first, breakfast....

 

 
   

I think there's no quicker way to induce a heart attack than enjoy an Irish breakfast every morning. But, mmmmm....

What a way to start the day!
Here's the breakdown:

  • Homemade Brown Bread
  • Toast w/butter and jam
  • Tea
  • Orange Juice
  • Eggs
  • Sausages
  • Bacon
  • Black Pudding (like blood sausage)
  • White Pudding (no idea...but good)

    ...and a steamed tomato

(Cereal and Yogurt are optional additions...)

       

Once I was finished, exhausted, I went back up to bed.
I felt like Ronald Reagan.

...turning in, after a long hard breakfast.

   
       
           
     

This is Michael Hennessy.

Were it not for him, I wouldn't even be here. It was Michael who I met back in September, and who put the idea in my head about coming to Ardmore.

In my first two days in Ardmore, Michael and I managed to get enough bookings so money would no longer be an issue.

I was so worried, but once I had enough gigs, I could relax with a pint, or six.

Which is exactly what we did..

 
                             
 

I don't have any pictures from my actual performances, but it's not that much different from home.

I'll tell you though, these people know how to have a good time. Every gig has been a blast, and everyone loves to join in. "Drift Away" has become the local favorite, and I've even caught people humming it to themselves in the market.

   

What is unusual is that in Ireland, if people know you can sing, they'll ask you to sing anywhere, and at anytime. I've sung acapella in bars, restaurants, kitchens, cars, buses, etc...

I don't think I've gone one day without singing, and usually, it's "Drift Away."

   
                             
   

Click here for more...
<<back home