Reminds me of something a friend told me after I came back from ireland and recounted this incident: My travelling companion and I were hitchiking to Doolin, standing on a small road leading out from a town called, I think, kilshanty (sp?). We were picked up by someone who, while driving us, adsked about our fiddles. I mentioned that a friend back home told me to look up a fiddler named James Cullinan. he gave me a funny look. I asked if he ever heard of James Cullinan. He said, "I AM James Cullinan." This was about four days prior to Willie Clancy week, in '89. I recounted that to a friend back home, and told him how incredible a coincidence that was, that we were in the middle of nowhere hitching a ride into Doolin, and that happens. He told me - "Look, if you were in Dublin at that time, you would have been in the middle of nowhere. Around that part of Clare, you were in the thick of things."

Chanteyranger