The year's festival season has wound down and tired touring musicians are running out of steam. The first breath of autumn is creeping around the fireplace chimney. October is coming, hard on the heels of a dry summer, one hot enough to bake Auld Europe. In Northern Ireland, the political jig is still as fast-paced and furious as ever before as everyone continues to maneuver for position. As these seasons turn, it's almost comforting to know that some things never change. At least they are talking.

Martin Hintz, publisher.
 

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