Blog time again. Time is really flying here in USA. It is not warm in Florida, but then again I suppose the people in DC would be very glad of temperatures of 60F to 65F.
Didn’t travel too much since my return but I am just back after spending 5 days in Pensacola with Bill and Kate Isles. We had a really nice time there and I am so much looking forward to touring with them this Summer. They will be touring in May and August. Bill is a wonderful singer/songwriter and Kate and himself do a really lovely stage show. Pensacola is a beautiful town. I have driven past many times but it was lovely to spend some time there. Their beaches are perhaps the best in Florida. I visited the Naval Museum and Fort Pickins, so I kept myself very busy there.
I have started working on booking artists for next year and I must say I am very excited by my first two projects. I cannot name them but I can say that I am hoping to work with a singer/songwriter who I consider the best in USA. Another project is with a nationally known bluegrass band. We will see soon how they work out.
I am now getting ready for Folk Alliance where i hope to do a bit of business as well as enjoy 5 days of wall to wall music, 16 hours each day, if I have the stamina to do it. I am so much looking forward to seeing John Spillane there. I am sure he will go down very well. I then go on tour with him for over two weeks. I will write about the tour in my next blog.
I am going to post a poem, which is one of 6 that a lady Mary Beth Watt wrote. She travelled with Gerry Dignan and was inspired to write some wonderful poems, one of which I am going to share with you, perhaps I will share two very different poems.
Drumbeg Circle
From /Skibbereen to Drumbeg bright hues aligned our path
The deep green fields bejeweled by Erin’s spring
A countryside of sorrows awash with flames of faith
Life borne within the dauntless hearts of men
We parted from remembrance of tragedy and death
For destination lost in mists of time
We cleansed our souls of tear falls, we sang of life’s true gifts
Linked timeless hope to God’s embracing grace
The Concert
Fast by the Lakes of Killarney
In a rhododendrum dream
I saw a leprechaun kneeling
Neath a hemlock tree by a stream
He’d gathered about him an army
Of herons and songbirds and crows
When he lifted his staff to direct them
A magnificent music arose
The herons strutted a rhythm
The songbirds carried the tune
The crows provided percussion
And all of the forest was soon
Swaying, it seemed to the music
The leprechaun’s feathered band played
And me, I tried to stay hidden
Not wanting the music they made
To end that day or forever
Since I’d fallen beneath the spell
I would stay by the lake for a lifetime
Yes, deep in that forest I’d dwell
But alas, the dreamsong soon ended
Leaving me sad beyond words
Then the leprechaun turned to smile at me
And winked as he fled with the bird

Hi, Gary (Tom’s son) here. I was just tweaking some of the pictures on the website with Tom and one of the pictures was of Johnsmith singing a a song called “Kilkelly” in 
