...it's been forever since I posted.

Anyway, I've run across one of my favorite bands of all time's website.

You have to check these guys out:

www.clannandrumma.com

They're wild Scots drummers. Very tribal, very primal. They're absolutely fantastic. They've done music for a few films, too. Last of the Mohicans, We Were Soldiers just to name two.

I've a thing for Scots and Irish folk music. Very much back in the day, I played the bodhran (a Celt-type drum) in an Irish folk music group called the Wild Colonial Boys. We played for beer, mostly. Had a wonderful time singing and playing the "auld tunes".

And now, I'm going to list out the lyrics to one of my favorite songs/poems. It's by the Scots national poet, Robbie Burns:

Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward-slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that;
The rank is but the guinea-stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that!

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, and a' that;
Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine
A man's a man for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, and a' that;
The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that!

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, and stares, and a' that;
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that;
For a' that, and a' that,
His riband, star, and a' that,
The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at a' that!

A prince can mak' a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that,
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Their dignities, and a' that,
The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth,
Are higher ranks than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may---
As come it will for a' that---
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, and a' that;
For a' that, and a' that,
It's comin' yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that!

Slainte.