The Irish Poop Out Music

My last night in Galway we saw this Mediterranean Irish infusion band that were amazing. My mind was blown. I even got asked to dance, lucky me. We sort of hopped around awkwardly though, apparently I don’t know how to dance in the Irish fashion (or any other fashion at that.) Music is in the blood of Irish; it is such an integral part of their culture. A lot of the touristy pubs in Dublin boast “Traditional Irish music every night!” or something to that effect. It makes me wonder whether or not the Irish be the Irish without music. Most likely not. I am starting to gain more and more respect for what it means to be Irish. The other day after my first giant grocery shopping adventure, our disgruntled cab driver Derek Chubb was talking about his disappointment in Dublin. The Irish are a low-key kind of people who are in love with their history and their culture, and globalization has caused Dublin to be less of a truly Irish city. For example, many Dubliners absolutely despise the Millennium spire on O’Connoll Street and call it “the stiffy by the Liffey.” After his little rant on how these historic buildings have been turned into Burger Kings and painted over, he asked, “How do you all like Dublin?” Of course we all answered, “We love it!”