I love Irish music.
Even when it’s sad, which it often is, there is something lovely and haunting about it.
Anyway, when I was little, we still used tape players.
Oh yes, those ancient things, tapes. Not CDs (which are fast becoming antiques), not iPods, cassette tapes.

I lived in San Diego, so my parents did a lot of driving with me in the car, and I listened to books and music on tape.
My mom used to play these “We Sing” tapes.
Which were, in their essence, recordings of overly enthusiastic kids singing loud classic children’s songs. I used to sing along, but there were only three songs I really liked.
My favorite song was about a sweet Irish fishmonger who died. I know. Sad right?
I never knew the song title, and the tape got lost so I soon forgot about it.
But yesterday, after nearly 13 years, I heard that sad, Irish song again.









