Folk Fiddle-Dee-Dees At Last!

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then how much is a video clip worth? 

Suffice to say that on a day when the young woman felt simultaneously rested, refreshed, alone and sad, with that little hint of an insatiable emptiness deep in the hollow of her gut, she sought out some live music with a friend. And after already a few disappointments as far as music went until this point, she was pleasantly surprised, at long last, to have found the folk fiddle music she had been craving. Her favourite was definitely the local Newfoundlander 'kids' (or at least she thought they looked so young... and so multitalented for so young!) who called themselves The Freels, though the Donahues from Northern Ireland were pretty good too. 'Couldn't really put the whole experience well into words, so she attempted her first video clip montage. It didn't quite capture the energy in the pub, the stories of the Irish and Newfoundlander musicians who sang the songs of their grandfathers, the back-stories of songs about ships that sank on their way from Ireland to Newfoundland, or the farmer who murdered his landlord in Ireland and then ran away to America. But still, at least she could share the music of the 3 of the 4 groups of musicians she had the pleasure to hear in those blessed two hours at the Ship Pub (formerly the Ship Inn).