well, it was near summer solstice, in the circle of the Rollright Stones...after the evening's festivities wound down (the ritual, the band), a few people sat around the fire and some of us sang some songs...I was the lone American in th ebunch but it did not seem to matter. Full moon, starry sky.

One guy sang some respectable Neil Finn covers, one guy sang some GREAT pagan originals, etc. I sang a song in Gaelic, a cappella. And a lovely young man who I sort of had my eye on said, afterwards, "Your voice is like Irish Cream pouring over ice."

Yep, he got lucky that night.