Eventually, we were off to Castlebar for our next event. On the way we saw Killery Harbor with mussell farms and some fancy fly fishing lodges along the way. It’s really beautiful country.When we arrived, we had a pint at Magno’s to check out that night’s show and get a recommendation for a place to stay. Throughout the trip, Alan, the true Irishman drank Guinness, Cal, drank Bulmers (cider) and I drank Smithwicks, the best of the Irish ales. These three drinks are almost ubiquitous in Irish pubs although I found that in Dublin, some of the pubs have dumped Smithwicks for Carlsburg. This is somewhat sacrilegious to me but some of the city Irish prefer the lighter pilsner to the sturdy ale.
We checked in at Kenny’s guesthouse that afternoon and then had some great pizza and wine. There was a large party of young Irish women with their mothers at the table next to us and we enjoyed watching them.
That night we saw Freddie White, a really fine Irish songwriter and singer, perform in a very small venue. The show was opened by young woman who sang and played guitar. She was quite good despite a few mistakes. I remember in particular her black patterned stockings with a run in them.
Freddie White came on and did a great show. We sat just a few feet from him and were able to see him play guitar. Like Eric Clapton, he makes the almost impossible look easy. It was a great contrast to watch him perform after the young woman before him. She was good, but he was on a higher plane.
After the show, I got an autographed CD and chatted with him a bit. He has a daughter in Korea teaching English and a son in Boston. I am now one of his fans.