“You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone” / “March of the Bungalows” / “The Bungalow March”
Things happen! :-/
Was this composed in a big yellow taxi, Ceol?
“You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone”
If only you knew how appropriate and funny that is. :-D
I’m still thinking on it all, our recent experiences in Ireland, courtesy of friends letting us have their house for a spell. The greater turmoil, trying to find balance before starting up a discussion or more, is that I have to say I find ‘the tradition’, or at least those traditions we two mostly value, not in a state of health, while other traditions we’re not fond of have expanded and taken control. And, I don’t mean just in regards to Irish music and dance.
But, keeping with those things we try to keep in focus here on this site, my opinion is that things aren’t good in Ireland as regards certain traditions of the music and dance that we hold dear. But, I also fully realize my current whirl of thoughts on this need some further attention, exploration, clarification and understanding,. At the moment it all is falling under a heading akin to ‘pieces of silver’, whether accolades or dosh or both, and ‘prostitution’? It isn’t just about those passions we share here, as the environs and contexts have also suffered, both greying over, paving, and cheap Blackpool/Atlantic City glitzification, cheap and nasty development, with hints of ‘Disneyfication’, but I don’t believe we should keep blaming everything on ‘America’ or ‘California’. There are archaeological remains, such as that 6 million Euro roundabout outside and to the West of Killybegs, which one local described as "going nowhere!" It does go somewhere, connecting several very small country roads… And, those ghost estates - unfinished, unoccupied, shells, land fills, building completely inappropriate for all seasons and weathers of that island. Something similar seems to be affecting the music and the dance, at least that’s how my metaphoric mind is currently churning.
As to ‘not knowing what you’ve got till it’s gone’, well, it ain’t completely true. First you need to know what’s been lost, and first hand is always the best and most believable and trusted, however our subjective existence naturally colours it. The younger we are, the further away from a ‘value’, in time and space, the less we’re likely to know, understand and appreciated what has slipped through our fingers, or is slipping through. That lack of awareness that we might need to close our fingers and find some way to save what remains for the future, to hold on to it for others, that sensitivity is eroded and dulled by growing disconnection and redirection, redefinition and prioritization, by that distance, and very much by influential vested interests that do not have all needs and concerns and everyone’s best interests considered, that, in my opinion, is more concerned with a few pieces of silver ~ exploitation and profit, the business plan and certification ~ can it be branded, glitzed up, packaged and sold to the masses and make us a quick and easy buck? YES! it can, it has been… Our ignorance makes us easy marks.
There are some great souls out there working for the good, who have our highest regard, a few pearls amongst the shight, bless ‘em. They are in our prayers.
Any ‘judgement’, glowing or damning, should always be looked on with scepticism, including that within ourselves, doing our best to avoid cynicism, which rarely has a constructive hope to it. ;-)
Despite my churning, we had a lovely time on our ‘away’ and we still love those places we visited, keeping to a certain select area, and we still hold them close to our hearts, past and present. We met and shared music and dance with many lovely and welcoming people. We had good times, enjoyed ourselves. But, we kept the rose coloured specs at home, choosing to not be tempted, though we were away long enough that they’d have proven useless in the long run anyway.
I would love to know what that that newish, to us, peat churning machine is all about? We saw rows and rows of its long tubular results everywhere, having also spent some of our time way up high on the bogs. We also burned some of it during our stay. Curious!? It seems it was a bad season for peat, too wet, to the point of hand-cut piles melting into little dark brown humps. :-(