Irish Fun Friend Night

The sweet joy of auld acquaintance renewed.

The soulful joy of great folk music.

The jolting joy of good coffee.

(Tim Hortons or Chock Full O’ Nuts)

Last night, and once a month,

our home is filled with music and laughter.

Musical friends have come, bringing

guitars,

mandolins,

tin whistles,

an upright bass

drums.

We practice rousing folk music –

Irish,

Scottish,

Canadian.

We live in a townhouse,

but neighbors have never complained.

Our dining and living rooms

are the locus of the raucousness.

The idea was to start an “Irish band”,

and that we did.

“That Raucous Crew” performs

once a month or so,

in coffee houses,

on downtown sidewalks,

in church halls.

In May we were headliners

at a regional Celtic festival.

The truth is,

I usually enjoy our home sessions

more than the gigs.

I’ve played other kinds of music

with some of these guys for 20 years.

We really are friends.

And the music gives us

an excuse to get together.

Who are your friends?

What’s your excuse?