Ah! IRISH MUSIC.
Did I mention how it pops from out of bars all over Dublin, calling you as a seductive siren to its arms of abandoned pleasure?!
As someone who relates to music on a visceral, drunken, deep level, I could not be insensitive to the calls of these bands which, through their music, bring Life to souls and awaken the dead.
Irish seem to deal with darkness in such a lovely, open and even ironic, brave way that, at the end of day, you can laugh it all away and celebrate it. Death, loss, an evening that comes to an end and gets shut by the moon...all the darkest corners of the Soul look like close neighbours of every irish internal life. When you face darkness with such candour, it tends to disappear or, at least, become so small you discover its insignificance. What we resist, persists. What we accept and look in the eyes becomes less pervailing on us. Irish must have known it* for a long time...
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