EATcork is over. A first time food festival that proved itself with flying colours, has the legs, has many avenues to explore over the coming years. It was a great success and the proof was in a delicious 6 course dinner – courtesy of the festival – on Sunday night. Very yummy food and copious amounts of wine. However, it’s now Tuesday and I’m still affected, badly affected. I’m getting old, getting to the stage where I’m debating whether I can continue drinking, in excess, after events are done and dusted, the traditional wind down piss up. Fact is that it’s just taking too long to get over the alcohol, 48 hours to get back on track, in order. How sad. Woe is me. Not.
What makes this all the more harder is that I’m working over the coming weekend on the Cork Folk Festival. It’s one of Corks best, a vintage. Even if folk isn’t your thing it’s a great weekend of music with everything from Irish traditional sessions to Congolese reggae to Balkan gypsy reels, pub trails, workshops, jams, classes. The festival committee also work alot in schools, run workshops, host a large market and an outdoor Ceili Mor in which thousands of people attend and dance to traditional Irish jigs and reels.
I’ll be working on the market and running the small parade (which is being introduced for the first time this year) and come Sunday I know what’s going to happen. I’ll be after standing from the early morning to the late evening on the street, will probably be drenched, will definitely be cold and will be absolutely dying to sit down and have a pint or ten of stout. I’m thinking about it already. The working mans pint is always the best one. And I know I have to get up on Monday and work and I know I’m an awful crank when I have a head on me. But I’m weak. I must get strong. I must grow up. Or stop working on festivals. But why would you do that? Festivals are a high energy, intense, compressed moment of cultural activity and having the fortune and opportunity to make a small living out of it is a joy. The Cork Folk Festival being one of the best, honest, valuable and interesting – especially if like me you know little about the music – and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. So bring it on, I’ll behave myself and if you’re around the Cork area check out corkfolkfestival.com or one of the many thousands of brochures that are lying around the hotels and pubs in the city. If you’re not going to be around check the site out anyway, maybe one day you’ll make it.
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