When I grow up…

In my very early days as a musician, someone who cared about me and my future but who knew very little about the music industry, was trying to figure out exactly how I would make this career work for myself.

They asked me if I could show them someone I would like to emulate, someone who was making a living as a musician in Sligo.

Now I know dozens of such people, and wonderful people they are! Then I knew none.

All I could do was point to one musician, approximately half-way through his career at the time, whom I loved going to see.

Apart from his playing, which was and is still amazing, what I admired most was his attitude.No matter what the gig was, in a dingy pub or one of the finest music venues in the country, you knew that this man was giving it his all. It was clear that he respected each gig, each song, each musician with whom he played, and I respected him for that.

‘There’, I said. ‘Him. I want to be like him’.

I had no idea what he earned, how much he travelled, how many gigs he played, but somehow I knew that if I could replicate his attitude, I’d be OK.

2 thoughts on “When I grow up…”

  1. I wholeheartedly agree with you Kieran! I had a few great tunes with him only last week in a little Sligo pub & it was magic! Sligo is so lucky to have a leithéid!!

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