Fiachra , with light in his mind and everything in his hands
A waitress impatient for orders. Haste and
unrest among my Arabic friends who were also on their way to Rodonthos for the
announced evening of live music. Noise, smoke and restlessness on a cloudless
night . Definitely something unusual for this time of the year in the mid of
November. But it would not rain on that day, for even the weather paid its
respect .
Then more haste. My phone spits out a quite
complicit message, and I hear another ringtone not far from me, that demands
the attention of its owner. Speed and more speed in the land famous for its
" σιγα σιγα. " Anxiety and restlessness are something unusual here in this
small town of Peloponnese. And then a man who, counter-balancing the look of his
elegant acoustic guitar with his carefree casual style, appears and calms the
air.
It was Fiachra Mac Íomhair. Time seemed to stop
and suddenly there was no trace of the previous anxiety and hurry that we have
all become accustomed to, even here in Greece. The seemingly impossible
happened. Everything went quiet and still. Even the clock stopped ticking as the
room full of expectation was awaiting to hear the slender Irishman sing. To
hear sing the person who was born to do this and nothing else .
It was about eleven o'clock at night and
everyone who was not there that night did not know what they were missing. While
Fiachra began strumming the Fisherman's Blues by The Waterboys, I closed my
eyes and let my body move to the harmonious rhythm of the song.
The song finished, and loud cheers of approval followed
immediately along with the first round of ovations from the audience. Yet again,
Fiachra has won us over. Many more songs followed as everything flowed slowly,
slowly, between one tsípuro ( τσιπουρο ) and another. The poetic verses were
caressing our souls.
Today , as I am writing this , I only have room
in my heart to say thank you. Thanks for another brilliant night. ΕυχαριστούμεFiachra
. The rest of my heart now belongs to your music, your style and some other
girl that night was Rodanthos. Time will tell the rest .
By: Carmelo Marquéz
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