I don’t know whether it’s my Scottish roots or the nature of the music, but whenever I hear music from the East Coast of Canada, I feel an overwhelming urge to explore the Atlantic provinces.
There’s something about the combination of fiddle, guitar, piano, voice, and bodhrán that fills me with the desire to roam cold, rocky shorelines by day and attend boisterous kitchen parties at night (though, unlike the locals, I’d probably need to hire pest control services to keep me safe from dock spiders).