In regards to you winning a contest and being able to record an album with your favorite recording asrtist...?

Question

can you write a paragraph or 2 or more that includes these phrases?
1. You and I REALLY harmonize well...in more ways than one.
2. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid the tape would record the thumps!!
3. You have a point. An idiotic one, but a point.
4. We are not tipping the scales of good and evil so you can be entertained.
5. Interesting, because in my dreams, I'm surprisingly inadequate.
6. No, I know. That's a part of the whole, you know, them-not-liking-you extravaganza!

Answer 1

Did Raquel Welsh ever record a song.................

However:.......... It was about 1979, long before she became famous that I met her. I never knew it, and never heard her name before nor was I to know that she would sing one of the greatest (yet strangest) Christmas Carols ever written. Shay Magowan, him of the Pogues and her would set the world alight with that raunchy yet spine chilling song A Fairytale of New York. I did however know that she had a wonderful voice. And why wouldn't she. I also found out later that her father was one of the greatest folksingers of the 50's, none other than Ewan McColl himself. I only knew her as Kirsty.
As I say, it was way way back when, as was my wont, as soon as I had a few drinks on me I would start a sing-song until someone or other politely asked me, or if I thought I could handle the situation, told me, to shut up.
Anyway she sang a lovely old Scottish number called Wild Mountain Thyme and I joined in with her. Plenty of people have told me that I have quite a good voice, but I can't hear it myself. I suppose it is because I know most of the old songs and the airs which my old Mother, God rest her, taught me as a child. When the song ended, Kirsty clapped and cheered at me no less whilst I clapped and congratulated her. 'You know' she said in a wonderful soft Scottish accent 'you and I really harmonize well...in more ways than one'. Seannie tried to explain later in the tent that it was a 'come-on' but all I wanted was another pint.
In any event, to get back to music, the following day, as we - that's Seannie and me - were having our 'lunch' in the same pub, Kirsty appeared with another man and they came up to us.
'Paddy' says Kirsty 'some of the wee old Irish songs you sang last night were braugh. Can I have some of the words'. 'Certainly' I answered 'got a pen and paper'. 'It would be easier' says she if we put them on tape in the van outside'. 'I don't mind' says I 'but wait 'till I finish my drink please'. With that done, Seannie me the the two made our way out into the car park to a big white van. We got in the back and I could see two bunk beds and a little stove. 'Fukken hell' Seannie whispered 'and you let it pass last night'.
At the thought of singing sober, the sight of the beds and with Kirsty sitting close to me before the microphone, I can tell you. My heart was pounding so hard, and that wasn't the only thing that was hard, I was afraid the tape would record the thumps.
She said 'Lets have that one called 'Down by the Glenside'. I tried to start the first line 'Twas down by the Glenside, I spied an old woman' but little or nothing came out. I was dry. 'Run in' Kirsty said to her friend 'maybe another pint will loosen him up'. 'Another ten pints maybe' he answered 'but I suppose you have a point. An idiotic one, but a point'.
Ten minutes later, and three quarters of a pint of Guinness inside, off we went again. This time I got to the end of the first verse '........Glory O, glory O, to the bold Fenian Men'. Suddenly, the door opened and there stood two uniformed Gardai - one a Sergeant. 'And what have we here' the Sergeant asked. 'Just recording a few old songs Sergeant' Seannie told him. 'Well, lets have it then' the younger officer spoke with some authority. 'Ah sure, we're only warming up' I said 'some of it is rubbish'. 'No matter' insisted the Sergeant 'lets have a few bars'. Kirsty's friend butted in and I knew immediately that he should not have. 'We are not tipping the scale of good and evil so you can be entertained' says he to be immediately followed by the Sergeant 'and might that not be Guinness stout you have poured all over your trousers' says he, pointing to where your man had spilled some of my drink. 'And furthermore' added the Sergeant 'in my opinion your are drunk. For your cheek you can come with us'. With that they took him away out of the van.
I looked at Kirsty and she did not bat an eyelid, she merely shrugged her shoulders. 'Right' says she 'now that we got rid of that pig, lets have a real try Paddy, are you on'.
Now, even if I do say so myself, the next six or seven songs went like magic with none of the usual bad high notes failing. As a matter of fact, after one song about the 'Dreams of a Republic' I did say to Kirsty 'Interesting, because in 'My Dreams', I'm (usually) inadequate. 'You did well Paddy me boy' Kirsty joked and gave me a peck on the cheek. 'You know Paddy' with a bit of coaching, you could do well on the Folk circuit'. 'Naw' I replied 'I am far too shy - this is ok and in a pub but not on a stage'. 'You will never know' she added 'unless you try it - you could be good - to hell with them if they don't like you. I do'. Seannie had that look about him again and he nodded at the bunks. 'No' I sadly concluded 'I know. Thats a part of the whole, you know, them-not-liking-you extravaganza'. With that we said our goodbyes and left, making our ways back to the tent.
You know, that was the last time I ever saw Kirsty in the flesh. It was not many years later that I saw her with the Pogues on Top of the Pops. However, I had to spend another ten days in the tent with Seannie listening to him bemoaning me for not having gotten my 'leg-over' when it was offered to me on a plate. 'Geeze', he said 'she wasn't bad either'.
The sad part of the story is that a few years back now, poor Kirty was killed in a boating accident in Florida and literally within a year poor old Seannie was gone too................. Still, I have always got my old songs to fall back on..............