"The drink is like music. How can you explain it to someone who has not fallen in love with it ? How it floods your head and pushes the blood three times faster through your veins. The blessed moment of the first one the morning after when it starts to clear away the fear and anxiety it put there the night before. Drink makes the world a place of certainty. In every way.
I remember the day I played 'Lord McDonald'. I sat in a small studio in the South Bronx at noon. Pulled the bow across the strings for a couple of minutes and then it started. I played it through just once and I could feel it pulsing through me. Something. Every second of it was like an hour and the notes were coming from a place so far back in myself I could hardly stand it. I followed the music, chased the music with colours going through my mind and Killavil and my dead brother and the men who taught me to play and the end of all this and the twist in myself and green and brown. It was bringing me somewhere and I finally got there."
- Eamonn Sweeney, "Lord McDonald"
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