I got back into town today and learned of some terrible news…our friend Barry Finn unexpectedly passed away this weekend. For those of you who didn’t know Barry, he was a fine singer who had a tremendous collection of songs. Sea shanties, Irish songs, prison work songs, cowboy ballads…he knew more than I’ll ever hope to forget.
More importantly, he was a wonderful man with a kind soul who always encouraged those coming up in the tradition. Plus, he had a very quick wit that he would employ with the widest of grins.
Barry was a regular at The Press Room sessions on Fridays in Portsmouth, where his booming voice could be heard clear onto Daniel Street, and a featured performer at the Portsmouth Maritime Folk Festival. He introduced me to many songs and reminded me of many that I’d heard in my youth. I still can’t believe he won’t be there.
Farwell, Barry. We’ll see you someday on Fiddler’s Green.







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