Even as a child, I found Danny Boy to be meaningless schmaltz. The lyrics mean…what? Who’s singing to Danny? Where has he been? Why is he coming home? Where the hell are those pipes coming from?
I much prefer your tune, as well as the Black 47 song, in which Danny is a gay construction worker living in NYC.
Great craic. I have a picture of me giving you a T-shirt from Foley's Pub in NYC with "Danny Boy" with a slash through it, from the year that Sean Clancy the owner banned the singing of Danny Boy in the pub. It's a great shot, and in it Alice is laughing heartily.
I still have the T-shirt somewhere. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you and the family.
Even as a child, I found Danny Boy to be meaningless schmaltz. The lyrics mean…what? Who’s singing to Danny? Where has he been? Why is he coming home? Where the hell are those pipes coming from?
I much prefer your tune, as well as the Black 47 song, in which Danny is a gay construction worker living in NYC.
Great craic. I have a picture of me giving you a T-shirt from Foley's Pub in NYC with "Danny Boy" with a slash through it, from the year that Sean Clancy the owner banned the singing of Danny Boy in the pub. It's a great shot, and in it Alice is laughing heartily.