Working it out: A good old sing song . . . with Google!
Like many people who know less about the tastes of the nation than we think we do, I was surprised that Garth Brooks could have sold more tickets than there will be voters in the upcoming referenda. The five days was just the tip of the iceberg. They should put in a third referendum in which the nation undertakes never again to stop the pleasure of a few hundred thousand people who want to go to a gig. If that many people want a good night out, a way should be found on the basis that it will do us all good.
During the recent all-too-short barbeque season, I was approached by a host with a fiendish look in his eyes. And a Garth Brooks compilation CD in his hand. He put in on and within thirty seconds most of the crowd were singing "If tomorrow never comes" at the top of their voices. And they knew the words. All of the words. And most of this lot probably hadn't even bought tickets. They were still in the closet.
The night continued and by the time the anthem came around again, everyone was singing at full power, all holding phones. People had cottoned on that you can google the lyrics of any song and join in. The night continued with a pattern. When someone picked up a guitar to sing there were always a few joining in from the beginning. By the chorus, Google had supplied the missing words and things increased to Fields of Athenry volume. Google have unwittingly revitalised the Irish sing song and you don't have to be Celine Dion.