Happy Wednesday! Only 2 more days until spring break. I think we could all use a vacation. We’ve got plans to do some family stuff next week, and I’m (mostly) taking time away from work.
Speaking of, I now have the ebook of Drumbeat. It won’t be out until September, but if anyone wants to read and review, let me know and I’ll pass it along. You can let me know if you also need the previous two. There’s some disagreement as to whether it’s best to read them all or if they’re standalone.
Today’s snippet is still from Minuet. Mack and the others are about to watch Cian dance. Mack might find something nice to look at which will distract him from missing Jamie and being annoyed with Trevor.
To put you in the mood for some Irish dance, here’s a link to the song my dance partner and I will be using for our soft shoe recital dance. And here’s one for a translation of the Irish lyrics. (Plot bunny side note: The song is clearly being sung about a woman, but the Solas version is being sung by a woman. There’s definitely some fun that can be had with that.)
WIPmath: 3/28/2018 = 3 + 2 + 8 = 13 sentences.
He was still on edge when the emcee announced Cian. Mack took a few cleansing breaths and leaned back. Watching Cian would take his mind off thinking about Trevor. Within a minute, he was absorbed in the rhythm and the movement. Cian’s musicians were incredible. Mack’s ears perked up, wondering if he could find a way to imitate some of their sound. He typically didn’t care for it, but they were electrifying tonight.
Mack shifted so he could see them better. The fiddler was really into his performance, his foot stomping in rhythm with the dancers as he played. It didn’t hurt that he was hot. Mack focused on him, picking out the folk melody and noting the complex embellishments. There was no way he could quite reproduce the sound, but he might be able to weave the melody into a song.
The whole performance was so mesmerizing that Mack lost track of time.
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Gah. I love this! There are so many kinds of music I would never have listened to…until I experienced them performed live. It’s magical. That said, I adore Irish music. I need to meet this fiddler.
I’m sending sponsorship carrots for that plot bunny.
I always say I can find something I like in pretty much any genre of music, much like with books. And live is my favorite way to discover new things!
LOL at those carrots. I may throw something together on my blog eventually.
I love this. Is Mack going to get to meet this fiddler? 😀
He will definitely get to meet the fiddler. 😀 It’s a little complicated, though!
Gorgeous snippet! Wonderful description of Mack becoming absorbed in the music, getting more and more into it…I emphasize with this all too keenly. The song is wonderful, too. I’m also enjoying the fact that a woman is singing it. (heart)
Ah, so this is why you were talking about Solas on FB. They’re great! I love how Mack falls into the music and seems to be falling *for* the fiddler.
And it’s always interesting to realize a song’s being sung from the opposite gender perspective I ran across this in a Bluegrass song the other day. Yes, Bluegrass. I listen to it on occasion, especially The Steeldrivers. I’m talking about their song “When You Don’t Come Home.” Wife has had enough of the husband’s cheating and not coming home… This one has a female backup vocalist singing along with the male lead, but it’s definitely from the female perspective. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. The Steeldrivers have interesting lyrics. My favorite of theirs is a song about a Civil War battle written from a tree’s POV. It’s a waltz titled “Sticks that Made Thunder.”
Oh, you got me started on music. *grin and waltzes off singing to herself*