a chi piace la musica irish o celtica?

[trenta81]

a me piae molto, anche i pub, sare perche frequento i pub che mi piace questa musica

[Rexal]

La ascoltavo da ragazzetto. Poi sono sopraggiunti i Modena City Ramblers da un lato e la Lega dall'altro e mi hanno fatto passare tutta la poesia.

[trenta81]

La ascoltavo da ragazzetto. Poi sono sopraggiunti i Modena City Ramblers da un lato e la Lega dall'altro e mi hanno fatto passare tutta la poesia.

ma i modena citi non centrano nulla, bah la lega mica è irish

[Rexal]

ma i modena citi non centrano nulla, bah la lega mica è irish

però si spara pose celtiche....

[Hope (POL)]

A me piace la musica celtica

[Rexal]

Comunque ero un fan dei Clannad

[Fenris]

A me!

[Il_Grigio]

Oddio, già sulla possibilità di definire "celtica" certa musica si potrebbe disquisire; la musica popolare irlandese, invece, è assai gustosa...

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

[Rexal]

Da qualche parte avevo qualche album di Alan Stivell. Come me lo definisci Grigio? Tu che sai sempre tutto?

[Il_Grigio]

Non lo conosco (secondo google è un bretone suonatore d'arpa), il mio problema è che faccio fatica a considerare come "celtica" un tipo di musica piuttosto slegata dalle popolazioni, ormai svanite, in questione. Da quello che leggo il tizio suona l'arpa, se ti piace il genere consiglio caldamente patrick ball...