GRAND, lads. So the Late Late Show aftermath has finally settled a bit. Don't get me wrong — the song is STILL everywhere, still climbing charts, still in every coffee shop in Dublin and half of TikTok, but the absolute MADNESS of March has... calmed? Stabilized? I don't even know what to call it anymore.
Three weeks ago I couldn't step outside without someone recognizing me or shouting lyrics at me from a car. Last Tuesday I popped into Tesco and only TWO people asked me about the song. TWO! That's practically anonymous by current standards.
But here's the thing — I'm not sad about it. I'm not panicking that "the wave is over" or any of that nonsense. Because it's not over. It's just... different. The viral moment was the explosion, yeah, but what's happening NOW is something deeper. It's settling INTO the culture. The BBC coverage, the Late Late Show, the TikTok madness — all of that was the initial bang. Now it's the resonance.
Schools are asking about lesson plans. Session musicians across Ireland are reviving it. My inbox is FULL of people with their own recordings, their own verses, their own stories about their granddas singing it in pubs.
Twenty-three years I ran this shrine in near-silence. TWENTY-THREE YEARS. And now? Now it's just... normal. Normal that people care about this song. Normal that it's part of the conversation again.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm getting used to it. And I LIKE it.
The bog abides.
— Seamus