I had seen St. Patrick's Day festivals and parades in films and TV many years before I actually had the chance to attend one. I've always thought they seemed like good fun: lots of alcohol, music, booze, Guiness, dancing, whiskey and beer is always a good idea, isn't it? I suspect the Saint wouldn't mind either, because after all what is a feast without alcohol? You can't celebrate the arrival of Christianity to Ireland with tea, the Irish wouldn't be too thankful to the Saint for bringing it to them. Anyway, the feast quickly transcended its religious character to become a celebration of Irish culture, one that the Irish diaspora carried with them and gained many fans around the world. Which is how I came to be at the Grote Markt in The Hague last Friday on March 17, wearing a leprechaun hat, pint of Guiness in hand, dancing to the sounds of Celtic music played mostly by Dutch groups - albeit ones that have a really good grasp of the music involved. Some would say that the music (and the feast) should remain Irish, but these questions have been settled in my mind: White people can play the blues, and Dutch (or Greek or Mexican or whatever) bands can play Celtic music as long as they feel it in their bones and don't try to fake it. And, just for one day, we can all join in and be Irish together - except for the sober ones, that is. They're just hopeless.




**** for Are Ye Sleeping Maggie, The Crown And The Ring/ Morrison's Jig, Jan De Mulder/ Zeemanshorlepiep/Blauw Garen En Koperdraad/The Congress Reel, Loch Lomond
*** for Glen Coe/ The Pumpkin's Fancy/ Crossing The Minch, Sally Garens/ The Congress Reel, The Leaving Of Mullingar
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