Post: #1

I am a longtime reader of ROK and a red-blooded ethnically mixed but mostly white Canadian male with mainly Irish heritage. I recently read an article here that was generally filled with great advice, except for one little problem. One of the pieces of advice it gave was to focus on rap, techno, or metal, hardcore masculine contemporary genres of music that attract females and give you a bit of a bad boy edge.

I actually don’t think this is terrible advice, but I feel obligated to back up the other side of the story. I am an Irish folk musician. When I was a little boy I started playing the fiddle and mandolin, and was pretty good, but inevitably through a combination of my own laziness and disinterest, and a peer group that looked down upon Irish folk music, I stopped playing. My Irish family was disappointed and for years tried to pressure me to play again, but this just pushed me further away from them, and rooted me deeper in my rebellious principles.

I tried to join the ranks of what seems like every other male in western civilization and took up the guitar, but I wasn’t any good. I started to hang around with jazz musicians in a bigger Canadian city. They further drilled into my head that Irish folk music was “less than,” overly simple, repetitive, and uncreative, devoid of improvisation… I swallowed this BS because I respected them. I could see that women paid attention to them and seemed to flock to them. I thought it must have been because they could see some hidden complexity in the music of freeform jazz that was beyond me.

Now I still love classic jazz, but in short what I eventually realized was these people were full of shit. Free-form jazz has become the emperor’s new clothes of music genres….a lot of complete douchebags (many are Social Justice Warriors who have declared war on the “patriarchal” notion of aesthetic beauty and “music” itself) nodding their heads and making exclamations of how impressed they were at the last solo that sounded like a cat being tortured on top of some god awful electronic circuit bending hipster nonsense.

It’s no wonder that this was a point in my life in which I was extremely depressed, unsuccessful with women, and generally not being true to myself. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but now I am realizing that it probably had something to do with the fact that I was in the heart of SJW Mordor…the Canadian avant garde jazz scene.

It was when I was finishing schooling in Ireland and Scotland (in an arts major) and still feeling generally lost and depressed, being force-fed feminist theory and expected to regurgitate it, that I ran out of money and found myself unable to find a job. I had only one choice, and it was to start busking. I remembered how to play Irish music so I picked up my fiddle and started playing again. It all came back to me like riding a bike. I realized in that moment that the little boy who loved folk music was right all along. I still loved this music. Not because the jazz crowd did, not because it got me poon, not because it got me respect, because I simply loved it. I started busking on the streets of Dublin, and I actually cleaned up. It really saved me.

 The current situation

Flash forward to today (about 5 years later) and I have a celtic band who plays regular gigs, sometimes for pretty decent money, oh and there’s one more thing: I’m cleaning up with the ladies.

It baffles me as much as it does you, but I am learning more and more the supreme sexual value of a musician. Celtic music, considered perhaps to be one of the more nerdy genres (fuck you, Riverdance), has actually been an amazing boon in my quest with women. Now I was never terrible with girls, and red pill literature has helped me immensely, but I have to say that, whatever music or artform you like, pursue it unashamedly and the women will come. There is nothing more depressing than a guy trying to impress a girl by faking being interested in something.

The power of owning the room

Not only have I exposed myself to women I am more interested in anyways, weeding out a lot of the sickening harpies, but I am consistently shocked by how hot some of these women are. The other thing that baffles me is how easily I’ve been able to pick up some women who don’t even really like the music. Women moreso than men generally are herd animals. They are extremely attracted to a powerful man, and one who is playing on stage, who everyone is forced to look at, who gets to “own the room,” and does so by exhibiting some sort of skill, is inherently valuable.

She doesn’t even have to believe you are valuable herself, as long as others do. That’s the important thing. As long as you are confident about what you are doing, firmly anchored in your confidence, then that’s good enough for her, and if other people, especially other women, in some way are affirming your value, that’s all she needs. To me this seems so counter-intuitive and crazy, but it’s the absolute truth.

Busking has been one of the most productive pursuits for me. Two years in a row I’ve picked up a random hottie from simply playing on the street in an annual street festival in the Canadian city I live in. Women pass by and those who lock eye contact I’ll call over and exchange numbers. Two years in a row I’ve picked up hotties and banged them that night. But that’s nothing. It seems again and again the mere act of mentioning I play in a band has gotten me laid, and God forbid if they ever come out to see me…my chances go up 1000%.

Now let me try to explain the sheer absurdity of this situation. I got to a regular music jam at a local pub. It’s a traditional Irish session so it’s 90% geriatrics. It feels like I’m volunteering at an old folk’s home and the vibe is totally unsexy, but guess what? Again and again I have either pulled girls who showed up randomly, or who I invited on a date, just to see me chill out and play a couple tunes with my friends. This has gotten me a scary amount of puss, and it even got me a threesome with a hot Brazilian 9 and her blonde friend (7.5) that very night they came out to see me.

I have since settled down because I have a girlfriend, but the girls have not. It seems every week a new hottie shows up, and more and more actual Celtic musicians  who happen to be hot young ladies (a lot of wooden flute players are super hot for some reason), are showing up now to this gig. Another thing is, the quality of these girls is very high. They’re all extremely talented, well spoken, traditionally-oriented girls. You won’t see any tatted out mega-sluts here.

These girls are some of the only specimens approaching marriageable material left in the western world, if that’s what you’re into. They are of a much higher calibre than you will find in some of these clubs and bars these days. Where are all the good girls who aren’t unbearable feminists harbouring solipsistic resentment for men? They’re in the Irish pubs playing flutes, concertinas and uilleann pipes.

A red pill lesson from folk music

As a final note, I will leave you with an amazing piece of music, that unfortunately isn’t played much anymore in Celtic circles because it is about a mutually abusive relationship, and to some hypersensitive feminists will surely be seen as an endorsement of wife beating. While some lines like “Her head goes oft times to the wall” are undeniably deplorable, we need to keep in mind that this is a song about a relationship in which a woman puts in her fair share of abuse, and ends up crippling her husband permanently.

Aside from that, the song has a very real message: Choose the woman you spend your life with carefully. This is a very real and important red pill warning for young men. Do not pick a girl who will be constantly undermining you, busting your balls and challenging your authority, because you will always lose in the end. You lose if you snap at her, you lose if you let her walk all over you, you lose if you explain calmly and rationally why she is wrong and hope she will understand. Believe me, I have been in a relationship with a woman like the one described in this song, and I have the scar on my forearm from the steak knife to prove it.

Feminists would have this song outlawed and classified as hate speech, but for us men, it contains gems of wisdom, in such lines as, “Be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, who will give you leave to wear your britches.” Fucking right you should, or you’ll be in for a lifetime of hardship and pain! You will be left a broken old cuckold without a penny to your name.

Mostly, I enjoy this song because it is a great and timeless piece of music, and Paul Brady is killing it on the bouzouki. If you like this stuff, just check out the album “Planxty” by “Planxty.”

“Come all young men where e’er you be and listen to me lamentations

I courted a girl beyond compare and I loved her with admiration

At length in time she became my wife, twas not for beauty but for riches,

And all the time it causes strife, to see which of us will wear the britches.

O Paddy Kane it is my name, me height it is five foot eleven,

and Me wife is nearly not so big, she only measures four feet seven,

The hedges I have oft times stripped, I’ve left them bare of rods and switches,

Her skin with blows I have turned black, but still she says she’ll wear my britches.

Well I am a tailor to my trade, at cutting out I am quite handy,

But all the money that I make, she leaves it out on tay and brandy,

Now sometimes I do shout and ball with nothing going with rogues and witches,

Her head goes oft times to the wall, still she says she’ll wear me britches.

One morning at the tay and eggs, content and sitting by the fire,

Well She broke the taypot on my legs, and left me leapin to retire,

How often do I shout and moan, as I go hopping on my crutches,

I wished I’d broke her collar bone, the day I let her wear me britches

So come all young men where e’er you be, don’t marry a wife if she’s enchantin,

For if you do, you’ll be like me, with other men she’ll go gallanting,

Now my advice it is to you, to marry for love and not for riches,

And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, who’ll give you leave to wear your britches.

 

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Posted on Tue, 11 Nov 2014 01:00:36 +0000 at http://www.returnofkings.com/47194/irish...ce-of-tail
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Post: #2

What a song that is. I've never heard it before despite having been to many trad sessions all over Ireland.
The bouzoki/mandolin playing is outstanding!
Really interesting to hear your story too, absolutely agree. Passion for and mastery of an instrument in the right setting, with pre-approval from other men and women, can be a very effective way of meeting quality women.

Post: #3

As a tin whistler I can assure you that the sex appeal does not transcend to the woodwind section.

With that being said, no one quite owns the room like a confident fiddler. It's pure rhythm and it really does set the pace of Irish Music.

Post: #4

That clip is awesome. Can you give us a few more artists we should check out?

Post: #5

Do we have any other Celtic/Irish music fans here?

The basic songs are crazy easy to learn, and consisting predominately of three keys plus relative minors, are also fairly straightforward to start ad-libbing to. You'll be amazed at the amount of girls who will clamour for you to play real simple things like 'Whiskey in the Jar', and lap it up.

I'll co-sign the quality of poon at trad sessions also. Let's be honest, it's a middle class thing. I really wish it wasn't, the world would be a better place if every night the denizens of the local council estate got together and had jam sessions rather than chips and beans in front of Jeremy Kyle. But middle class it is, and the aforementioned middle class girls who engage in it are the ones who are not spending Daddy's money getting fucked up on coke and taking multiple dicks. So not a bad place to start looking for quality girls. Who knows, hopefully you'll like the music too.

I play mandolin (although nowhere near as well as Paul Brady) and fiddle. Short fat fingers mean Bouzuki is a bit of a stretch.

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(10-05-2015 01:59 PM)roberto Wrote:  I play mandolin (although nowhere near as well as Paul Brady) and fiddle. Short fat fingers mean Bouzuki is a bit of a stretch.

Turns out it's OK with a capo (much as Paul Brady shows in that video)

Here's some cute girls playing two pub session staples. They are actually American, but the tunes are a faithful enough representation of how they would be played this side of the pond.

Post: #7

A funny one:

Andy M. Stewart - Take Her In Your Arms Lyrics

Quote:Have you seen him on the corner
And his lip would reach the pavement.
He's been hiding from his razor,
Is he not an awful sight?
In love he was the purist,
How he's frightening our tourists.
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'

"Take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her,
Take her in your arms
And hold that woman tight.
Won't you take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her.
If you're going to love a woman
Then be sure you do it right."

Now he met her at a disco
In a dive in San Francisco
And it all might have been different
Had he seen her in daylight.
She was painted, she was scented,
But she drove your man demented
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'

Here's a pub with fun and laughter
The landlord's buying bevvy.
There's a session in the corner
And the crack is grand tonight,
But your man who's lost his woman,
He's still at home lamenting.
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'

Now, depression's not a million laughs
But suicide's too dangerous.
Don't go leppin' out of buildings
In the middle of the night.
It's not the fall --- but landin'
That'll alter social standin'
So go first and ask your father
Oh, I'm sure he'll set you right, sayin'

Here's a health to all true lovers,
Their sisters and their brothers,
And their uncles and their grannies,
For this thing is black and white.
If you're keen to start romancin'
With its leppin' and its dancin'
Then go first and ask your father
And I'm sure he'll set you right, sayin'

Post: #8

Irish alpha widow anthem:

Mary Black: Anachie Gordon.

Quote:Harking is bonnie
And there lives my love
My heart lies on him
And will not remove
It will not remove
Oh for all that I have done
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie

For Anachie Gordon
He's bonnie and he's rough
He'd entice any woman that ever he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie

Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying Jeannie you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry Lord Sulton and leave Anachie
For Anachie Gorden, he's barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands?
Oh the Sulton's lands are broad and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sulton and leave Anachie

With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread
And before I'll marry Sulton it's gold to my head
With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee
And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie
And you that are my parents to Church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sulton I'll never bear a song
To a son or a daughter, I'll never bow my knee
And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie

Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home
And when she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She went into her chambers she cried all alone

Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet
For to style you my mistress it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me
But in your bed Lord Sulton I never will lie
And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown
Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns
But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee
Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie

The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that yound Anachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying oh it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands
Oh so long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead

You that are her maidens go take me by the hand
And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in
And he's kissed her cold lips till his heart has turned to stone
And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in

Post: #9

Can't leave the thread without some Planxty:

Planxty Raggle Taggle Gypsy lyrics.

Quote:There were three old gypsies came to our hall door.
They came brave and boldly-o,
One sang high and the other sang low,
And the lady sang the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
It was upstairs downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o.
It was the cry all around the door,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.&
It was late that night that the lord came in,
Inquiring for his lady-o.
The servant girls they replied to him all,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh saddle for me, me milk white steed.
Me big horse is not speedy-o.
I will ride and I'll seek me bride,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh then he rode east and he rode west.
He rode north and south also,
But when he rode to the wide-open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o.
Why did you leave your house and your land?
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord?,
All fer the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o?
Yerra, what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o?
Yerra what do I care for my only wedded lord?
I'm away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Well it was there last night in a goose-feather bed
With blankets drawn so comely-o.
Tonight you'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of a Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Yerra, what do I care for a goose-feather bed?
With blankets drawn so comely-o.?
Tonight I'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of me Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh for you rode east when I rode west.
You rode high and I rode low.
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow Gypsy's lips
Than all of the captured money-o.

Post: #10

Serbian band playing Irish music (Orthodox Celts):

Post: #11

sterling_archer

That is fucking hilarious.

Good music too.

You are a one man argument for cultural appropriation.

A tin whistle makes everyone Irish, all right.

And the Irish don't give a bleeding shite if your man give the auld reel a go.

Post: #12

Did you check out rest of their songs? Here is drinking one!