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You could live here for months on end, burrowing away at songwriting and recording, and no one would know. Open this and you're inside a perfectly self-contained and attractively isolated recording studio. To the left you enter a passageway and walk undercover - down the garden - towards a small door. But things begin to get somewhat strange when you realise that the building doesn't end here. You're led in through an ordinary three up two down hall, into a simple suburban kitchen. Out in the undistinguished suburb of Artane, you knock on a door like ten thousand other doors stretching back towards Fairview or onwards to Raheny.
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Trying to define just what its is, is a little more elusive, Mr. And that if they're lucky the chords will reverberate and the waves will rise up and they too will feel part of the whole, reaching backwards and forwards across generations, beyond the past and into the future.Īnd you will wake up knowing that something special is happening here, and no mistake. And you will know that journeys must always end and that there will be a here where they do and a when - and that someone else in the future will try to unlock the doors of their own past and say Speak Memory. Tonight you will go to bed and dream of ebb and flow sea waves dancing against imaginary rocks, hear water hiss and sigh on anonymous beaches and feel again the power of the deep and its magnetic appeal. Later there is just the windswept streets, the odd broken reveller staggering home, and a sad piano refrain playing on the spirit. And all around, hearts beat, hearts beat. at the exit from a bar another is about to end. Behind the wheel of one car a love story is beginning. A delicate keyboard sounds, a bank of voices reverbed up to 20, a haunting melody asserts itself and percussion crashes - and all the minor dramas suddenly come into focus. This comes as a revelation, this feeling of connectedness, flowing from the music on the stereo.
#ENYA ALBUM THE CELTS MOVIE#
Figures emerge from the battered urban landscape, picked out as if by a movie camera, their presence suddenly dignified with a significance that normally escapes us. It's night-time and the streets of Dublin don't look quite the same.