I have been to and camped on the great Blasket many many times in the past, pitching my tent in the ruins of O'Criomthain's house, and I can honestly say this piece of music transports me back to those days the rolling sea, the grasses bending in the breeze the sea pink too, the rocks emergent and awash with surf.
The sun now past it highest point for the day The sea birds gliding rising and falling on unbeaten wings In the little harbour of natural rock and beyond the white wave break Alone save for the sound of the sea it's music enough for me On Vickilaun the red deer feed on the rich grasses and rabbits play among stones Norsemen paved a way. But now no more the Púcha sing and howl beyond in the night now left to the shearwater in their flight...
🗣Deirtear gurb é fuaim guth an míol mór 🐋a bhí ann nuair a chuala an t-oileánach an fuaim ciaptha 👻úd. It's said that the haunting sound that the Blasket Islandman heard was actually the call of migrating whales, not ghosts or spirits.
The majestic music of Seán Ó Riada played by master musicians
I have been to and camped on the great Blasket many many times in the past, pitching my tent in the ruins of O'Criomthain's house, and I can honestly say this piece of music transports me back to those days the rolling sea, the grasses bending in the breeze the sea pink too, the rocks emergent and awash with surf.
The sun now past it highest point for the day
The sea birds gliding rising and falling on unbeaten wings
In the little harbour of natural rock and beyond the white wave break
Alone save for the sound of the sea it's music enough for me
On Vickilaun the red deer feed on the rich grasses and rabbits play among stones Norsemen paved a way.
But now no more the Púcha sing and howl beyond in the night now left to the shearwater in their flight...
Tony was a genius. RIP
No less than Seamus Ennis said that he felt the greatest living slow air player was Tony McMahon, and he is gone - RIP.
god, I love this channnel
Superb. Utterly superb.
outstanding, thank you for uploading this.
Seamus Heaney wrote a poem about this air called "The given note", well worth a listen too
Ah sure now
🗣Deirtear gurb é fuaim guth an míol mór 🐋a bhí ann nuair a chuala an t-oileánach an fuaim ciaptha 👻úd. It's said that the haunting sound that the Blasket Islandman heard was actually the call of migrating whales, not ghosts or spirits.
Tony milking the attention as per...