You could imagine our distant ancestors sitting around a fire in some cave in the Burren, their bellies full with the meat of a goat they had killed. All that was left was the hide and some wood for the fire. Fooling around they came up with a bodhran like that and partied into the night with the pure sound echoing through the cave and reverberating in their chests.
Willie Finn looks like he ripped the belly from a dead cow & wrapped it around an old car tyre. Wherever it came from he’s getting a good sound from it. This was a fledh cheoil either in Ennis in 75 or listowel in 73, not sure which one