Music for Sean-nós Dance
Looking for albums to purchase for your sean-nós dance practice? We examine some of my favorite albums for dance, tricks for practicing, the amazing slower downer, dancing to live music and favorite instruments. What are your favorite albums, instruments and musicians to dance to?
I made a youtube playlist of the artists mentioned in our tea time talk. When ever possible I used a youtube track from one of their albums, if they didn’t have an album on youtube I used a video clip. The playlist is in order of when the artist was mentioned the tea time talk.
Notes & Links to accompany the talk:
- Johnny O’Halloran “Buy why, Johnny?” CD
- Andrew McNamara “Dawn” CD
- Johnny Connolly – Any CD
- Johnny B Connolly
- Seamus Egan In Your Ear
- Angelina Carberry & Martin Quinn
- Shannon Dunne
- Dance Sean-nos – Tom Dorherty
- Verena Cummings & Julie Langan CD Fonnchaoi
- Caitlín Nic Gabhann
- Frankie Gavin Frankie Goes to Town
- Liz Caroll
- Train | Liz Carroll, Bill Mccomisky & Dáithí Sproule (one of my favorite bands!)
- Eavesdropper – Jackie Daily & Kevin Burke
- The Suffering Gales
- John Carty “Yeh, That’s All It Is”
- Martin Hayes “Martin Hayes”
- Feis the App
- Colm Murphy “An Bodhrán”
- Paddy Keenan Long Grazing Acre
- Sliabh Notes – Matt Cranitch (fiddle), Dónal Murphy (accordion), and Tommy O’Sullivan (vocals, guitar). Their cd has some great dance tracks.
- Joey Abarta
- Cran
- Noel Hill
- John Williams
- Dancing to Lilting
- Maggie Pickens · Tommy Makem & Liam Clancy
- Maggie Pickens – Len Graham
- Lilting – Black rogue
We ended the zoom with a poem from my dad.
Group Therapy, by Phil Meehan
Yawi, (Aztecan) to go, to travel through space
YAWI, young, attractive, white, intelligent. Acronym used to describe clients in a successful psychiatric practice.
I can say of self to be much traveled, list the myriad ways I’ve capsized
And came up roses. That is the work of the gods.
I am older than I look, one day beggar, next day lord, my tricks can dupe
A multitude. I am Greek unless I am not.
That too is god’s work: a Caucasian Christ, my countryman. My self-love
Walks on an ice pond, if it cracks you hand me a bathrobe,
Call me saint. I love the gods that made me you, we all could be chosen.
I am called wily, one trick pony, the wooden horse,
How I can love and leave and get back all I have lost, except for crew:
Those casualties of a lower caste, the king’s ransom that I be king.
I am Odysseus, a prince among men, wherever I go, I come home again.
