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There is nothing quite like Irish music to stir the blood and lift the soul. Slow airs to make you weep, jigs to make you happy, songs to make you sing and reels to make you dance like a dervish. It travels well, but still there's nothing quite like hearing Irish music in Ireland. Not on big concert halls or grand arenas, or even the popular taverns on the tourist route, but in the small pubs in remote areas where the locals habitually gravitate for those informal sessions that invariably develop into a serious social occasion universally known as the craic. For those who play it, it's not a style of music, but a way of life, producing its own culture and characters. After 25 years visiting Ireland both as a music writer and a tourist, Colin Irwin goes in search of the craic. He talks to some of the leading Irish musicians like Christy Moore, Donal Lunny, Paddy Moloney, Martin Hayes, Andy Irvine, Cara Dillon, Paul Brady and Frankie Gavin about their experiences and they direct him to places where the craic is mightiest. This is the story of his journey into Ireland's musical soul and the extraordinary characters he meets along the way. But Ireland, being Ireland, nothing ever goes quite according to plan...

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #524668 in Books
• Published on: 2003-09-01
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Hardcover
• 248 pages

Review
There is nothing quite like Irish music to stir the blood and lift the soul. Slow airs to make you weep, jigs to make you happy, songs to make you sing and reels to make you dance like a dervish. It travels well, but still there's nothing quite like hearing Irish music in Ireland. Not on big concert halls or grand arenas, or even the popular taverns on the tourist route, but in the small pubs in remote areas where the locals habitually gravitate for those informal sessions that invariably develop into a serious social occasion universally known as the craic. For those who play it, it's not a style of music, but a way of life, producing its own culture and characters. After 25 years visiting Ireland both as a music writer and a tourist, Colin Irwin goes in search of the craic. He talks to some of the leading Irish musicians like Christy Moore, Donal Lunny, Paddy Moloney, Martin Hayes, Andy Irvine, Cara Dillon, Paul Brady and Frankie Gavin about their experiences and they direct him to places where the craic is mightiest. This is the story of his journey into Ireland's musical soul and the extraordinary characters he meets along the way. But Ireland, being Ireland, nothing ever goes quite according to plan.

About the Author
Colin Irwin has been writing about music for over 25 years. He was assistant editor at Melody Maker, and has contributed to such publications as the Guardian, Daily Telegraph and the Sunday Times. He's been a tv and radio presenter for BBC2 and BBC Radio 2 where he presented 5 series of Acoustic Roots. Previous publications include The Name of the Game: The Abba Story, Dire Straits, and he has contributed to Rough Guide to World Music and the Virgin Rock Yearbook.

Customer Reviews

Hilarious travelogue
The synopsis scarcely does justice to the seriously hilarious, yet also genuinely informative tales told during an eventful trip around Ireland. Anybody who enjoyed McCarthy's Bar or Going Round Ireland With A Fridge will lap this up as the author goes on a pub crawl of music venues with his long-suffering wife. His descriptions of the people he meets along the way are very entertaining, from the tramp in the street singing In The Ghetto with him to the spoons player who kept interrupting a fiddle concert. I was laughing out loud on many occasions reading it, though parts of it are poignant, and quite telling as he reflects on the changes in Ireland in recent times, not all of it for the better. It also tells you a lot about music in Ireland - and its history comes to life in some of the characters portrayed. His obsession with the song Fields Of Athenry is also quite funny. He talks to various famous people like Bono, Sinead O'Connor and Shane MacGowan, but it's the old characters he encounters I like best. He's on a quest to find the ultimate night of the craic and right at the end he seems to find it in a pub that only opens on a Thursday night! It's hardly an original concept to write about travelling around Ireland but few have done it more entertainingly than this. It's a great read for anyone who likes colourful travelogues but you might end up wanting to buy a load of traditional Irish records too.

Highly Enjoyable Trip Round Ireland
This book is both a fascinating and hugely enjoyable trip around Ireland's many pubs and the interesting people he encounters on the way.
Colin Irwin has so many funny and sometimes poignant anecdotes to tell. He obviuosly has an infinity with the country and its people and this comes across very well in this book.
This is certainly one of the best books I've read this year. Recommended!!

Disappointing
As a fan of Irish music and travel writing I really wanted to enjoy this book. Alas I was to be disappointed. Colin Irwin is not a funny writer. His anecdotes have no punchline, he appears to have little sense of comic rhythm or timing and his attempts at running jokes are desperately laboured in a way that makes you think he's inserted them with a crowbar.

Irritating mistakes also detract - misnaming Shane MacGowan's "Broad Majestic Shannon" as "Wild Majestic Shannon", and the persistent misspelling of Ciaran Bourke's name are just two grating errors that should have been ironed out during the editing process. There is however much terrific information about the music of Ireland. Colin is a great music writer - did the publisher only agree to publish this book if there were jokes in it after the success of Pete McCarthy's and Tony Hawks' offerings?

Comic travel writing is a rare skill with which Colin Irwin has not been blessed. If he'd presented a more serious journey through Irish music it would have worked far better (cf: Ciaran Carson's "Last Night's Fun"): there is much humour in the music and musicians that would have shone through anyway. Here they are lost among tortuous jokes and half-regurgitated interviews from up to twenty years earlier.

But hey, that's just my opinion. And I still finished reading the book - if it had been *really* bad I'd have given up...