Tadhg and Sárán Mulligan, "The Fermoy Lasses/The London Lasses/The Rose in the Garden" // GemsOnVHS™

Back in Dundalk, Ireland, I was riding around in The Mary Walloper’s “scooby doo“-esque mystery mobile (the one with the backseat that wasn’t bolted down) on the way to the pub when we had to make a stop to pick someone up. The fellow who came out the flat that day looked a bit like a mad scientist, or an unemployed professor. Dark red hair disheveled in all directions, wearing slacks, loafers and a sharp dress shirt, instrument in tow, it was none other than Tadhg Mulligan. If you don’t know how to pronounce that name, don’t worry, it took me a long time too. Tadhg comes from a musical lineage - his family runs the world famous Cobblestone, and anyone who professed a relation to him knows how to play something, and i’ve now met quite a few of them. Tadhg seems to have a supernatural affinity for anything he picked up in front of me; uilleann pipes, bouzouki, fiddle, whatever he picked up became a centerpiece to a jam, notes flying in as many far flung directions as his w