Let’s start off by saying that I’m wicked Irish—to the core. And my Dad even more so. “Stereotypical Irish,” that is, with drinking songs and green hats and partying hard on St. Patty’s Day, boiled potatoes an all. He used to play all of these Irish songs in the middle of the night, blasting them through the house so all of our neighbors could hear it. His favorite is The Parting Glass, which has been covered a ridiculous amount of times by a ridiculous amount of people (The High Kings, Cara Dillon, Ed Sheeran, etc).
Anyway, this, The Clancy Brothers, was the only version I remembered. He always talked about having this one played at his funeral (even though it’s a drinking song, but I guess that’s my father for you). I play it to calm me down, and it really helps the writing process. A lot of what I post in the “noveling music” I don’t listen to when I write, which seems a bit hypocritical, I know (I was thinking of putting up a playlist from me—I’m still debating). Those are songs that people tell me they listen to. I listen to Irish music, because it reminds me of my dad.
He liked songs like The Rocky Road to Dublin, and Johnny I Hardly Knew You, and From Galway to Graceland. I subconsciously picked up the lyrics from all of them. I don’t know, I’m weird.