Last week, while playing a series of St. Patrick's day gigs, I did a kick-ass version of Van Morrison's "Gloria" a la Them as part of my ode to the boys of Belfast soul. What a ton of fun! It was a little bit Patti Smith, too I must confess...
Tonight we play our last Irish gig for the season~ and then it is time for a total immersion in the music for Good Friday ~ and I can't wait. So tonight feels a little lit Mary Oliver's poem "We Shake with Joy" to me:
We shake with joy, we shake with grief.
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same body.
WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN: REFLECTIONS ON TENDERNESS IN A CHAOTIC CULTURE
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