It 's a bit ' that hangs out on 'blogs I am, but unfortunately the examination of Comparative Anatomy keeps me away from the sacred duty. But today, while absently walker on the internet, I found a story that has filled my heart with joy! Already Monday, when I discovered that the Blues Festival this year will play poo nothing less than sixty of those nice Deep Purple , excitement is sky high. To this day it is another plus, as the Whisky Trail Ireland Festival in Florence, just like a temporal summation of post-synaptic potential of nerve cells, has inevitably made me cross the threshold of excitement!
For those who do not know them, the Whisky Trail are a group Florentine to me difficult to identify in a genre. I am a union between the Irish Celtic music - scozzesse -Welsh folk elements with more coming from overseas, but inevitably mixed here in Italy. In practice, managed to make the typical music of the Celtic people something accessible to a public non-Celtic, translating suggestions and myths of a land that always assigns a central role in music (dare I say vital), into something that can excite the audience.
I attended three shows of the Whisky Trail and every time I get excited a lot more. Actually I can not even call them shows, because is much more. Not only the audience hears, but participates in the concert! Giulia, singer, musician, not just to play (among other things so wonderful), but when "his" attack with a few ballads (or GB) to leave the instrument on the stage and down among the people to teach some dance Traditional! With a bit ' of courage (and a couple of Guinness stomach) I felt that I also have the flexibility of the trunk of an oak tree, and every time I enjoyed it very much (the feet of my fellow dance less!). Even when there were only 4 in a room full of people clapped their hands, was a unique experience, indeed! At the end of dances, Julia, who has danced all the time with us, teaching us the steps once again, puts the center and says, "dig a big round of applause to the dancers and we, after the obligatory bow, we put ourselves down ready to take back to the hint. Simply FANTASTIC!
As for the music, I can not say anything, because not be heard, be lived! It 's something that directly affects the heart and soul, which takes you to faraway places and beautiful.
After the concert, then there is the possibility of exchanging two chat with the band, take a picture and buy their cd , perhaps asking their advice to authors.
All this can be summed up in an old Irish proverb that describes exactly where a pub, like almost every night, play some folk group: "There are no strangers, only friends we have not yet ever met."
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