Today, we’re meeting at a seisun. That’s an Irish gathering of musicians – a session. They pop up often, I hear, at pubs in Ireland. I can tell you that my family is notorious for bluegrass seisuns at nearly every family gathering where my uncles and cousins are. Unfortunately, my uncles are a dying breed, but my cousins are doing their best to keep the tradition alive. I can remember, as a little girl, looking forward to every family gathering – not because of the food, or because I’d see Grandma or other relatives, but because I knew there’d be music, and lots of it.
So today, we’re sitting down and enjoying some music. Pick your flavor, our musicians can improvise over nearly anything – except hip hop. We have a strict rule against hip hop. It’s gotta have a melody. (side note, do you know what I’d give to be able to play a flute like those guys?)
Order up a pint of your favorite brew – mine’s Cider – and relax for a little while, during this most insane of seasons. Unburden, enjoy the music, and set a spell.