Sorry to read the list of repurcussions you've endured since we all met, Damellon. I'm sure it will all blow over

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Margaret, Damellon, Red Poppy, Sheila, Helen and Sherry!! I lost you all, in various locations and combinations, many times over, over the period of a few days. I hope to come over and lose you all again some time. When Anjani introduced The Mist by saying it could have been written about Ireland, did she say 'mist', or 'missed'? Anyhow, spending time with you lot was a great finale to my trip to Ireland.
The festival was bloody brilliant, wasn't it? As you know, I thought the mud and rain was an essential part of the atmosphere. But that episode of getting lost at the end you recount Margaret - that was quite funny, but only in retrospect. One muddy field looks much the same as another in dark.
I have too much washing to do to write a report about the festival. Except to say that Anjani was more relaxed than when I saw her in Dublin at the Came so far for Beauty tribute last year. I thought she was quite sexy and she drew an enthusiastic crowd. I read a piece in the Irish Independent the following day which said she had a sparse crowd at the Tripod. Well, she had a dense crowd in a tent in Mullingar.
The highlights for me were The Waterboys - who really got the crowd going - Kris Kristofferson, and good old Christy Moore. I was quite amazed to be standing watching Kris K singing songs I used to listen to all those years ago - Me and Bobby McGee, Sunday Morning Going Down, Help me Make it Through the Night, etc. And he did a few from his latest album, This Old Road, which I need to listen to some more. The only trouble with KK was that the tempo was a bit slow, being between The Waterboys, Mundy, and Christy Moore. Christy and Declan Sinnott gave it all they had. Marvellous! Christy did Motherland

, a few other tracks from Burning Times, and many staple oldies. Joe Dolan even got a mention as part of Lisdoonvarna. Steve Earle was a slight disappointment for me, seeming to lack a bit of oomph, and I missed a lot of Richard Thomson, having to go find something to eat at that time. But it was a fantastic day. I have at least scraped the mud from my boots now, and there is some part of a Welsh garden that is forever Mullingar.
Blonde Madonna, please get on a plane some time and come over for one of these events!
btw, Did any of you figure out where to get one of those blow up cowboys?
Diane
