vernaculer percision(ironically misspelt)

I just read a quote from Fintan O’Toole on the madness of traditional music when it reaches that tipping point where it feels too fast too loud and downright irresistable:

“the feeling of release (is) in direct proportion to the repression* from which it sprang”

fucking brilliant, perfectly describes that moment in a céilí when the walls are heaving with sweat, your legs feel as if they’re about to fall off but you just keep going gripped by that blind limb flailing passion that good trad not only evokes but demands

*England then the church then sobriety