I don’t know if it’s the tin whistle, the fiddles, the syncopation, or the tens of thousands of jumping Irishfolk, but damn. . . .
I don’t understand, I don’t understand this at all.
People leapin’ about stage, singing and shouting and moving in all sorts of strange ways and. . . and performing as if, ah, as if the song and singing and the strangeness all mattered.
And yet it does.
h/t Andy Hall