VIDEO: Our reporter is dancing to beat of her own bodhrán at the Pulses of Tradition in Cork
WHENEVER I come across someone playing traditional music I can’t help but be visited by the ghosts of my own primary school efforts — the sound of a cheap, poorly played, and soon-to-be-neglected tin whistle echoes in my mind, along with nightmarish visions of my formidable Irish dancing instructor.
Like a lot of other children in this country, I was forced into Irish dancing from a very young age. Some loved it — the straight backs, the curly wigs, the intricate costumes. But I knew, deep down, it wasn’t for me. Some people were just born to perform — and I wasn’t one of them.
