Another great street session at Fleadh 2007 in Tullamore, led by the Curtin sisters - Gretta on concertina and Catherine on flute - and Anne-Marie Fitzgerald...

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Comment by Lars 'Larry Mór' Mott on August 1, 2011 at 20:06
Yeah, well.. that goes without saying really ;) I'd just like to read the details.. :D
Comment by Dick Glasgow on August 1, 2011 at 19:41
No investigation needed Lars .... the Spoons player was GUILTY, as charged! :-)
Comment by Lars 'Larry Mór' Mott on August 1, 2011 at 17:23
Brilliant Dick! Though there's at least one verse missing.. I remember the part about the bike and the following investigation :)
Comment by Dick Glasgow on August 1, 2011 at 17:11

@ Lars:

The Spoons Murder



The following lyrics are from the book with accompanying CD:

The Spoons Murder and Other Mysteries by Con O'Drisceoil

It is available from Custy's Traditional Music Shop in Ennis and Na Piobairi Uilleann.

In the tavern one night we were sitting -

I'm sure 'twas the last week in March -

From our drinks we were cautiously sipping

To ensure that our throats didn't parch.

We played music both lively and dacent

To bolster our spirits and hopes,

And we gazed at the females adjacent

And remarked on their curves and their slopes.


Till this gent wandered into the session

And decided to join in the tunes;

Without waiting to ask our permission

He took out a big pair of soup-spoons.

Our teeth in short time we were gritting

As he shook and he rattled his toys,

And the company's eardrums were splitting

With his ugly mechanical noise.


Hopping spoons off our heads to provoke us

He continued the music to kill;

Whether hornpipes, slow airs or Polkas

They all sounded like pneumatic drills.

Then he asked could we play any faster,

As his talent he wished to display,

With a grin on the face of the bastard

Like the cat when she teases her prey.


Our thoughts at this stage were quite bloody

And politely we asked him to quit;

We suggested s part of his body

Where those spoons might conveniently fit.

This monster we pestered and hounded,

We implored him with curses and tears,

But in vain our appeals they resounded

In the desert between his two ears.


When I went out the back on a mission,

He arrived as I finished my leak;

He says "This is a mighty fine session,

I think I'll come here every week".

When I heard this, with rage I was leppin',

And this torture no longer I'd take:

I looked 'round for a suitable weapon

To silence this damned rattlesnake.


Comment by Lars 'Larry Mór' Mott on August 1, 2011 at 15:00
Really talented lasses! The spoons 'player' reminds me of a hilarious song i heard at the festival about a spoon player ho was bashed to death with a bicycle. If i ever find the words to it i will post it, it was great!
Comment by Conor Daly on August 1, 2011 at 14:40
Their my neighbours  we were talking about the bodhran lady a few months back
Comment by Dick Glasgow on May 7, 2011 at 11:47

Watch out for the crazy woman with the Bodhran, from 2 mins onwards, who leaps in behind the musicians! 

Of course, every Fleadh has these eejits, who think they can just leap into sessions, without even asking!

No doubt, she was suffering from a little too much drink ... & not enough manners or common sense! :-)

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