I saw a rebroadcast of the Celtic Woman concert (original Dec 2004). There is a teaser whistle (or flute) in the intro, but in the 90 minute show there are only about twenty seconds of whistle music as an instrument in the orchestra.
The program includes some classics, some Irish/gaelic songs, some Enya songs. I enjoyed it.
PBS recycles their programs, so it is sure to be on again.
What is a celtic woman anyway. Last year I spotted a book on celtic Women in music written by an American feminist writer in a bookshop. I opened it and saw a long chapter on Maddy Prior. I threw the book away and ran.
I saw a bit of that once while channel surfing. I barely had time to change the channel again before the overproduced muzak put me into a coma. It was a very close call.
I think that may have been because you were watching it. You had the full effect of visually-transmitted hormonal stimulation. Your brain was . . . ah . . . going south, I suspect.
A kind soul brought me a copy. “Look! It’s just what you like!” Uh oh.
It seemed to be the full flower of Irish elevator music. That’s all I’ll say about it.
Well, that and that I developed the more unpleasant sort of tic listening to it . . .
Well, hey, if they get to carry spears and shields count me in! Oh—do you have to be “Celtic” to join up? I suppose a woman of Vikingesque origins might not be too popular, but perhaps we could agree to let bygones be bygones. We are all womyn afterall.
Regretfully I must leave the plastrons (must look that up—but not too hard to guess) to scottielvr. I’ll definitely be sticking to the more toga-like rainment for very good reasons.
