My mother adores singing and plays piano. My uncle was a phenomenal pianist. My brother John is a double bassist. I used to play the piano, badly, and cello. My brother Peter played violin.
Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy.
There is a great relief in experiencing the worst vicariously.
To be honest I live among the English and have always found them to be very honest in their business dealings. They are noble, hard-working and anxious to do the right thing. But joy eludes them, they lack the joy that the Irish have.
I'm not afraid of chaos and I'm happy talking to strangers. I really love not knowing where I'm going.