Blown or beaten   Blown or beaten, plucked or bowed, all music is a sort of violence   and yet, surrounding it, we hear an even wider reach of silence,   a stillness where we contemplate the imprint of its subtle scars   whether they’re in one small room or lightly stretched between the stars.   Geoff Page     An Irishman in black   Sunday morning, just on noon, and clearly fresh from mass, he walks into our coffee bar, an Irishman in black.   He’s more from ’fifties NSW than he’s from County Cork, a small town with…