Liz Carroll

Occasionally, friends and fans send us art that's been inspired by Liz. We won't post everything that's sent us, but we'll update this page occasionally. Enjoy!

I Saw Liz Play Tonight by Mimi Devens I saw Liz play tonight. I drove home alone in the dark through mountains that have grown vaguely familiar. The laughter of old friends, the sound of familiar vowels and intonation that I know deep down in my bones. They are like blankets around me taking me into warmth from a chill that doesn’t seem to end with which I have grown so familiar. I do not feel it until someone wraps me in warmth and I begin to melt - just a little. And it feels so good to be warm again. I had forgotten. Her music courses through me Like my blood, Like Brigid. If only I could do with my pen what Liz does with her bow…. I don’t know. I long for home again. Liz brings me home Through mountains that are vaguely familiar but are not. Not home. Home is where your vowels are.

Our Bragging Rights Intact! by RoseAnn Pollum In Chicago, at a Party in the Basement Of Uncle Oliver and Aunt Maureen’ What fun we had, Singing and Listening To the Tunes You Played on the Fiddle Sitting next to Your Dad. Who Would Have Thought Where Those Good Times and Joy Were Heading, From the Basement to the Concert, Our Bragging Rights Are Intact! The World Is Getting To Know You and Hear The Artwork of a Fiddle, Played by a Young Cousin, Named after Our Grandma, Accepting Awards from Ireland to the USA. Traveling thru Ireland and Talking to Musicians and Letting Them Know We Are the Fiddle Player’s Cousins, Then Mention Your Name and Whew! Instand Recognition Because We Are Related. From the Basement to the Concert, Your Fiddle Playing is Melodious, Your Very Name Is Fame, And Liz Carroll Don’t Mind Your Cousins We Just Love “Our Bragging Rights!” © 1975 RoseAnn Pollum

The Fiddler's Feet by RoseAnn Pollum As Liz Carroll played with the grace of an angel her feet kept time with the tune she would glide the bow slowly upward and her right heel would stomp, tap while her left foot hit the floor with with a tap and a tap and a tap The room was filled with quiet as the sound came down upon us the neck of the fiddle was held by the left hand doing time quickly in silent motion We listened, watched and marveled at the joy the fiddle would compose and the fiddler’s feet doing their stomping, thumping and tapping As the tune picked up in crescendo the audience broke into clapping both feet thumping and tapping the roar of applause was exciting then softly the bow slid down the fiddle into music of celestial sound Being part of a fiddler’s show is something that happens rarely blending into a tune and a motion the bow, the fiddler and feet tapping © 1998 RoseAnn Pollum Liz performed at the Cultural Center Chicago IL September 19, 1998