Worst Christmas Song.
You just can’t escape them, from about December 8th until the dawn of the New Year. Christmas songs, in all shapes, sizes, versions good and bad, the old, the classic, the modern and in-between.
There’s one song that I don’t want to hear and thankfully so far this year I haven’t heard it. That song is a rendition by Frank Sinatra of ‘I’ll be home if only in my Dreams’
It’s a couple of years since I last hear it on the radio. It was then it struck me just how mournful and dreary the whole thing is. Now Christmas is supposed to be about joy, happiness and good vibes. Listen to this particular dirge for a while and you might be getting other ideas and not [positive ones about what you might want to do with the rest of your life. Sinatra is no mean singer, but listening to this dirge, and his reading of the song, you would wonder how he manages to sound so downbeat and gloomy.
Sinatra, with all his fame, talent, wealth, mafia connections and conveyor belt of beautiful women at his beck and call, sounding more lonesome than that man they showed on last nights RTE 9 o clock news who is spending his fourth Christmas living alone in a hut in the woods in the Dublin mountains
On and on he moans intoning that he’ll be home for Christmas if only in his dreams. Where ever he is or wherever he’s stuck, he’ll obviously not be at the family dinner table and pulling the wishbone of the turkey.
And you can just imagine some of his relatives saying, ,well now Frank me boy if your going to be that grumpy and moody when you come home, then you can stay where you are. Don’t bother your head coming near us.
As I say luckily I didn’t hear it this year, and perhaps it was banned from airplay due to the recession and all the gloomy forecasts of the continuing global downturn for 2009. Things are bad enough without adding Frank’s dirge to the daily broadcast of George Lee and other profits of doom broadcasters.
Can’t beat the old songs, Jingle Bells, White Christmas and of course that classic by The Pogues, The Fairy Tale of New York, that cheerful song about the down and out in the drunk tanks of New York.
Pass me that half empty pint glass so that I can cry into it for a while.
Happy Christmas.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Electric Feel
Electric Feel
Now and again, not that often mind you, you hear a new song on the radio , that really grabs hold of you, demands to be listened to and forever after lodges in your conscience for ever more. As my late mother used to say about favourite songs of hers,’ it does something to my soul’
That’s what good songs, music does to you. Gives you the greatest natural high you can imagine and the feelings to go to the very depths of ones being.
Ok maybe it just affects those of us who were born with an un- breakable connection to the power and spirit of music who feel this way. However I think most humans have some connection to music which at various times will manifest it.
Getting back to those songs that leap out of the radio at you. I was about 4 when I heard the Beatles sing, She Loves You on the Radio. I credit that as being my first clear memory of being on this planet. From that moment on I somehow realised that music would have a big and important place in my life.
We didn’t have a TV in our house until 1979, and in hindsight a blessing in disguise. So at home the ‘wireless was forever on. I can recall a hot Sunday afternoon around 1971. It was mid summer and for some reason we were making hay. Unusual as it was the Sabbath day, but the weather must have been a little broken so if Sunday was good then one had to, as they say’’ make hay while the sun shines’
BBC Radio 1 back then had a requests programme hosted by Anne nightingale on Sunday afternoons. Layla by Derek and The Domino’s was played almost every week.
God, what a song and the intro being the real killer sound that ensnared you. Add to that Clapton’s passionate vocals, and for me it was my next,’ one of those songs’.
Onward to 1979, I was sitting in our old fashioned cow byre, milking a cow by hand. She was swishing me with her manure cover tail adding some, organic make –up to my face as was par for such a course. If I was thirsty I squirted some raw milk into my mouth direct from the teat. I always had a little transistor radio on in the byre, for my own and the animal’s entertainment. It was also propagated that cows gave more milk when music was being played. Suddenly and without warning I heard Gangsters by The Specials. Another of those, grab you’ songs. That got me into the band and the whole Two Tone movement that was in vogue at the time, which in turn led to an appreciation and love for reggae music.
And it happened again only this past August, while on holiday on A chill Island, Co Mayo. At night time I happened to be listening to the Irish Language Radio station, Radio Na Gaeltacht. From 9.00pm until midnight they play a lot of alternative and indie music. I kept hearing two songs being played a lot back to back. Now as the presenter speaks in Irish, which I understand a lot of, I could never make out the name of the band nor the songs. Later I learned that one was Love is Noise, by The Verve, but still no luck with the other song.
A few weeks later I heard it on the car radio, and caught the title, Electric Feel, or was it Electric Eel.
So this where the internet really comes in useful. Next morning, I googled Electric eel. No, nothing there. Tried the other One, Electric Feel. And it turned a video for the song by the band MGMT, on You Tube. Excellent, love the vocals, the musical arrangement, from this American band.
Must buy the album. On to Amazon and located the album Oracle Spectular, with the song, Electric Feel on it. Made the purchase, and had it in the post a few days later. And the whole album is fantastic. These guys are one of the bands of the present. They were tipped as ones to watch by Rolling Stone Magazine.
Find out for yourself. Look for them on You Tube and you won’t be disappointed.
Now and again, not that often mind you, you hear a new song on the radio , that really grabs hold of you, demands to be listened to and forever after lodges in your conscience for ever more. As my late mother used to say about favourite songs of hers,’ it does something to my soul’
That’s what good songs, music does to you. Gives you the greatest natural high you can imagine and the feelings to go to the very depths of ones being.
Ok maybe it just affects those of us who were born with an un- breakable connection to the power and spirit of music who feel this way. However I think most humans have some connection to music which at various times will manifest it.
Getting back to those songs that leap out of the radio at you. I was about 4 when I heard the Beatles sing, She Loves You on the Radio. I credit that as being my first clear memory of being on this planet. From that moment on I somehow realised that music would have a big and important place in my life.
We didn’t have a TV in our house until 1979, and in hindsight a blessing in disguise. So at home the ‘wireless was forever on. I can recall a hot Sunday afternoon around 1971. It was mid summer and for some reason we were making hay. Unusual as it was the Sabbath day, but the weather must have been a little broken so if Sunday was good then one had to, as they say’’ make hay while the sun shines’
BBC Radio 1 back then had a requests programme hosted by Anne nightingale on Sunday afternoons. Layla by Derek and The Domino’s was played almost every week.
God, what a song and the intro being the real killer sound that ensnared you. Add to that Clapton’s passionate vocals, and for me it was my next,’ one of those songs’.
Onward to 1979, I was sitting in our old fashioned cow byre, milking a cow by hand. She was swishing me with her manure cover tail adding some, organic make –up to my face as was par for such a course. If I was thirsty I squirted some raw milk into my mouth direct from the teat. I always had a little transistor radio on in the byre, for my own and the animal’s entertainment. It was also propagated that cows gave more milk when music was being played. Suddenly and without warning I heard Gangsters by The Specials. Another of those, grab you’ songs. That got me into the band and the whole Two Tone movement that was in vogue at the time, which in turn led to an appreciation and love for reggae music.
And it happened again only this past August, while on holiday on A chill Island, Co Mayo. At night time I happened to be listening to the Irish Language Radio station, Radio Na Gaeltacht. From 9.00pm until midnight they play a lot of alternative and indie music. I kept hearing two songs being played a lot back to back. Now as the presenter speaks in Irish, which I understand a lot of, I could never make out the name of the band nor the songs. Later I learned that one was Love is Noise, by The Verve, but still no luck with the other song.
A few weeks later I heard it on the car radio, and caught the title, Electric Feel, or was it Electric Eel.
So this where the internet really comes in useful. Next morning, I googled Electric eel. No, nothing there. Tried the other One, Electric Feel. And it turned a video for the song by the band MGMT, on You Tube. Excellent, love the vocals, the musical arrangement, from this American band.
Must buy the album. On to Amazon and located the album Oracle Spectular, with the song, Electric Feel on it. Made the purchase, and had it in the post a few days later. And the whole album is fantastic. These guys are one of the bands of the present. They were tipped as ones to watch by Rolling Stone Magazine.
Find out for yourself. Look for them on You Tube and you won’t be disappointed.
Monday, August 18, 2008
The Olympics
The Irish Challange.
Ah yes, here we are into the second week of the Olympic Games in China. No Gold medals as yet for the Irish team, and not a sniff of a pro Tibeten protest. Whats the world coming to?
No big drug scandels as yet, altough one feels that if there was a major postive test of a medal winner, it would probably be hushed up. The Chinese would see to that.Now they wouldn't want anything to spoil their party, or their efforts at staging the most impressive ever games.
It was bad enough that there was that issue with the young girl singer at the opening cermoney who was only miming to the voice of an older girl, but who had crooked teeth, and thus wouldn't represent what is good about the country.
It's no suprise that Shane McGowan wasn't invited to sing at the event.
So anyway from early morning, miday to late in the evening it's a constant fest of sport and the olympics. You get to see sports that you wouldn't normally see on TV, like shooting.Ireland had a a representative in that event, but as usual he didn't do so well. Not sure where he finished but it was close to last I'm sure. There you also have it, some expert in the studio on shooting, explaining why our guy didn't do better.
Anfd God knows we should be better at shooting, as we have plenty of practise at it in this country.However, perhaps we are better at hiiting human targets rather than the circular boards that them games uses.
Now fair play to the boxers, they look like being our best hope of a medal. Again another thing we are good at, fighting. We do plenty of it. Fighting and shooting.
But leaving all joking aside we do have a good record in the sport, from Jack Doyle, Barry McGuigen, Michael Carruth who won an Olympic gold back in the 90's. In the present day there is Bernard Dunne who can bet the best in the world. The young lads in China are progressing and should bring home a medal of some colour, and not forgetting Jimmy Magee's great ringside commentry's
Ah but it's the athletics which seems to be our achilles heel,pardon the pun. Now ok one guy today, Hessian lived up to his claim of being the fastest man in Ireland and won his heat, I think it was in the 400 meters, but the runners competiting yesterday really bottled it I think two of them came in last, failing to even equal their PB records. Complaints about being tired and heavy legged were nput foreward. Earlier to bed might help in that department.
Even the great Sonia O Sullivan had one Olympics too far in 2004, and managed to come in last in her race. It's just something we do well at the Olympics on the athletics track is coming in last. Some of our athletes have it down to a fine art.
But is it not all about the joy of entering, having made it there, the spirit of them games etc. After all Ireland is a small country, dosen't have the facilities or the funding that our best sports people need to be competative on the world stage.In a nation of couch potatoes thats no real suprise.
Ah yes, here we are into the second week of the Olympic Games in China. No Gold medals as yet for the Irish team, and not a sniff of a pro Tibeten protest. Whats the world coming to?
No big drug scandels as yet, altough one feels that if there was a major postive test of a medal winner, it would probably be hushed up. The Chinese would see to that.Now they wouldn't want anything to spoil their party, or their efforts at staging the most impressive ever games.
It was bad enough that there was that issue with the young girl singer at the opening cermoney who was only miming to the voice of an older girl, but who had crooked teeth, and thus wouldn't represent what is good about the country.
It's no suprise that Shane McGowan wasn't invited to sing at the event.
So anyway from early morning, miday to late in the evening it's a constant fest of sport and the olympics. You get to see sports that you wouldn't normally see on TV, like shooting.Ireland had a a representative in that event, but as usual he didn't do so well. Not sure where he finished but it was close to last I'm sure. There you also have it, some expert in the studio on shooting, explaining why our guy didn't do better.
Anfd God knows we should be better at shooting, as we have plenty of practise at it in this country.However, perhaps we are better at hiiting human targets rather than the circular boards that them games uses.
Now fair play to the boxers, they look like being our best hope of a medal. Again another thing we are good at, fighting. We do plenty of it. Fighting and shooting.
But leaving all joking aside we do have a good record in the sport, from Jack Doyle, Barry McGuigen, Michael Carruth who won an Olympic gold back in the 90's. In the present day there is Bernard Dunne who can bet the best in the world. The young lads in China are progressing and should bring home a medal of some colour, and not forgetting Jimmy Magee's great ringside commentry's
Ah but it's the athletics which seems to be our achilles heel,pardon the pun. Now ok one guy today, Hessian lived up to his claim of being the fastest man in Ireland and won his heat, I think it was in the 400 meters, but the runners competiting yesterday really bottled it I think two of them came in last, failing to even equal their PB records. Complaints about being tired and heavy legged were nput foreward. Earlier to bed might help in that department.
Even the great Sonia O Sullivan had one Olympics too far in 2004, and managed to come in last in her race. It's just something we do well at the Olympics on the athletics track is coming in last. Some of our athletes have it down to a fine art.
But is it not all about the joy of entering, having made it there, the spirit of them games etc. After all Ireland is a small country, dosen't have the facilities or the funding that our best sports people need to be competative on the world stage.In a nation of couch potatoes thats no real suprise.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Rolling Stones at Slane Castle, Co Meath, 18th August 2007
So it finally came, August 18th, and 25 years on from the first time they appeared here in 1982, The Stones return. Only change from the last time, in the bands line up is that of the bass player. Nathan Jones has now replaced Bill Wyman the orignal bass man.
The Irish weather has been very consistent during the summer, and today it didn't dissapoint. It was raining in the morning and well into the afternoon, so it was a case of throwing the wellies into the boot of the car and being prepared for agricultural conditions.
There's something special and different about going to see The Stones. Icons from the 1960's , symbols of youth culture and rebellion, surving into the 21st centuary. Why did they survive?Hardly just by chance when others from that era are long forgotton. When you see the show and experience the gig first hand then you know why Mick and company still cut the mustard.
They have the long back catalogue of great music that still sounds as fresh today as it was in it's heyday. They also put on a show. They know who to entertain, how to communicate to a 70.000 crowd in a muddy field on a dark, overcast August night.
The stage set, fireworks, lighting, Jaggers stage antics all gel to keep the fans totally connected .
Was Saturdays concert good?. It was as good and better than expected. The mud and sticky conditions underfoot added to the occosion. No problem, especially to those of us reared in the country and used to squelching through gutterie gaps..
During the gig. I remembered back to 1967. I was at my grandparents home In Killarue, near Cootehill in Co Cavan. It was summer and haytime. There were people in the adjacent field out making hay, and I heard someone singing Jumping Jack Flash. The new and dangerous cultural reveloution started in London in the early 60's by The Stones and The Beatles was now seeping into such idyllic rural backwaters like Killaure. I picked up on the strains of jumping Jack Flash coming from the next field. and it semed to set me on a particular coarse that shaped my life in a very big way.
And it occoured to me that here I was 40 yeras later in wellies in a muddy field on the farm of Lord Henry MountCharles in Slane, seeing the Stones live and singing along to Jumping Jack Flash. It also occoured to me that if there's a God, he may be in the Rolling Stones. Probably Kieth Richards. He's got that crucfied look about him.
Slane is only around 40 miles from Bailieborough. I was at work until 5.00.pm With the adrenalin pumping, I set off in the car and drove to Kingscourt. From Kingscourt through Nobber , the birthplace of Turlough O Carolan, the 16th centuary harpist and composer and Ireland s most famous classical musician from that peroid. There is a memorial statute to him in the village.. Up towards Navan, taking a left at Kilberry crossroads, and taking the back roads into the village of Slane. Coming from my end of the country, is a boon as I know the back roads, and so avoid the traffic gridlock that builds coming in from the Navan direction. Past Rynns Pub, where concert goers had gathered. I believe there was a Rolling Stones tribute band playing inside. Now why would anyone want to listen to them when the real article would be on stage 2 miles up the road in a couple of hours.
The local farmers, suffering the effects of the wet summer, could make some badly needed extra cash today, opening their fields up for car parking. €10.00 wa sthe fee for parking in the field I drove into. Only worry was could we get back out later, if the field hadn't by then transformed itself into a mudplain.
The crowds were coimg in every direction. Up to the gates, I had a camera concealed in my back pockets. It stated on the ticket that cameras were forbidden, along with bottles and beer cans etc. As I approached the turstyle and the security check I felt a little like a terrorist trying to sumuggle a weapon in undetected. The only things I would be shooting were images of the band on stage.
The lad who frisked me detected the camera lense, but he thought it wa s a beer can. I explained what it was and he said 'ok go ahead'. His only concern was confiscating beer cans. Anyhow this rule now about no cameras at gigs, is a little obselete now, as so,many have mobile camera phones. Do you confiscate all of those from people.
I had purchased a seated ticket, as they were the only places availabe when I booked on line the day the tickets went on sale. I went to my alloted seat in Block D to stage left, and sat there for a while. Luckily you could move around. The seated area lacked atmosphere. There seemed to be a majority of sensible looking people anchored here. When the Stones came on and luanched into Start Me Up, I was up out of the seat like a greyhound out of the trap and down into the mud. This was where the real atmosphere was. At a gig like this you need to get down and dirty. Many people were doing both.
The band hit the stage with a fireworks display , at 9.00pm. Launching into Start Me Up, their last major hit from the early 80's, it was a high energy show all the way through until the Jumping Jack Flash encore around 11.00pm. These guys are still rockin in their 60's as well as they did in their 20's. There's few bands who can match them for the combination of music, stage show and entertainment. Springsteen and U2 are the others that come to mind, and their longevity also seem assured. It dosen't happen by accident. There's years of hard graft, work ethic and a good smattering of style and talent that converge to produce the final package.
We filed out of the grounds, musing that this probably will be the last time, the Stones play Ireland. Then again I think that rumour might have been circulating back in 1982 when they last played Slane. Don't bet on them being back again later on in the centuary
The Irish weather has been very consistent during the summer, and today it didn't dissapoint. It was raining in the morning and well into the afternoon, so it was a case of throwing the wellies into the boot of the car and being prepared for agricultural conditions.
There's something special and different about going to see The Stones. Icons from the 1960's , symbols of youth culture and rebellion, surving into the 21st centuary. Why did they survive?Hardly just by chance when others from that era are long forgotton. When you see the show and experience the gig first hand then you know why Mick and company still cut the mustard.
They have the long back catalogue of great music that still sounds as fresh today as it was in it's heyday. They also put on a show. They know who to entertain, how to communicate to a 70.000 crowd in a muddy field on a dark, overcast August night.
The stage set, fireworks, lighting, Jaggers stage antics all gel to keep the fans totally connected .
Was Saturdays concert good?. It was as good and better than expected. The mud and sticky conditions underfoot added to the occosion. No problem, especially to those of us reared in the country and used to squelching through gutterie gaps..
During the gig. I remembered back to 1967. I was at my grandparents home In Killarue, near Cootehill in Co Cavan. It was summer and haytime. There were people in the adjacent field out making hay, and I heard someone singing Jumping Jack Flash. The new and dangerous cultural reveloution started in London in the early 60's by The Stones and The Beatles was now seeping into such idyllic rural backwaters like Killaure. I picked up on the strains of jumping Jack Flash coming from the next field. and it semed to set me on a particular coarse that shaped my life in a very big way.
And it occoured to me that here I was 40 yeras later in wellies in a muddy field on the farm of Lord Henry MountCharles in Slane, seeing the Stones live and singing along to Jumping Jack Flash. It also occoured to me that if there's a God, he may be in the Rolling Stones. Probably Kieth Richards. He's got that crucfied look about him.
Slane is only around 40 miles from Bailieborough. I was at work until 5.00.pm With the adrenalin pumping, I set off in the car and drove to Kingscourt. From Kingscourt through Nobber , the birthplace of Turlough O Carolan, the 16th centuary harpist and composer and Ireland s most famous classical musician from that peroid. There is a memorial statute to him in the village.. Up towards Navan, taking a left at Kilberry crossroads, and taking the back roads into the village of Slane. Coming from my end of the country, is a boon as I know the back roads, and so avoid the traffic gridlock that builds coming in from the Navan direction. Past Rynns Pub, where concert goers had gathered. I believe there was a Rolling Stones tribute band playing inside. Now why would anyone want to listen to them when the real article would be on stage 2 miles up the road in a couple of hours.
The local farmers, suffering the effects of the wet summer, could make some badly needed extra cash today, opening their fields up for car parking. €10.00 wa sthe fee for parking in the field I drove into. Only worry was could we get back out later, if the field hadn't by then transformed itself into a mudplain.
The crowds were coimg in every direction. Up to the gates, I had a camera concealed in my back pockets. It stated on the ticket that cameras were forbidden, along with bottles and beer cans etc. As I approached the turstyle and the security check I felt a little like a terrorist trying to sumuggle a weapon in undetected. The only things I would be shooting were images of the band on stage.
The lad who frisked me detected the camera lense, but he thought it wa s a beer can. I explained what it was and he said 'ok go ahead'. His only concern was confiscating beer cans. Anyhow this rule now about no cameras at gigs, is a little obselete now, as so,many have mobile camera phones. Do you confiscate all of those from people.
I had purchased a seated ticket, as they were the only places availabe when I booked on line the day the tickets went on sale. I went to my alloted seat in Block D to stage left, and sat there for a while. Luckily you could move around. The seated area lacked atmosphere. There seemed to be a majority of sensible looking people anchored here. When the Stones came on and luanched into Start Me Up, I was up out of the seat like a greyhound out of the trap and down into the mud. This was where the real atmosphere was. At a gig like this you need to get down and dirty. Many people were doing both.
The band hit the stage with a fireworks display , at 9.00pm. Launching into Start Me Up, their last major hit from the early 80's, it was a high energy show all the way through until the Jumping Jack Flash encore around 11.00pm. These guys are still rockin in their 60's as well as they did in their 20's. There's few bands who can match them for the combination of music, stage show and entertainment. Springsteen and U2 are the others that come to mind, and their longevity also seem assured. It dosen't happen by accident. There's years of hard graft, work ethic and a good smattering of style and talent that converge to produce the final package.
We filed out of the grounds, musing that this probably will be the last time, the Stones play Ireland. Then again I think that rumour might have been circulating back in 1982 when they last played Slane. Don't bet on them being back again later on in the centuary
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Emily 2nd Birthday
Emily turned 2 today Saturday 28th July. So now she's been knocking around this old planet earth for all of 48 months, and seemingly hasn't got tired of the place yet. Sarah was all of 1 month old tomorow morning at 1.10am.
We just had a simple little party at home in the evening, along with Margaret who popped down the lane for tea and cake.
We put a candle with the figure of 2 on it, ignited the thing and Emily on cue,manged to blow it out on the second attempt.
At 2 brithdays don't register with the child, but of coarse they are aware that something is going on. Next year at 3 she'll be more aware, and indeed will be able to indicate what she would like a s a present.
I also had a gig in Dublin tonight. It wa s in a pub called Nancy Hands on Parkgate Street. Its just up the road from the Chapelozid Gate of the Phoneix Park, and opposite the Guinness Brewery. So the black stuff dosen't have to travel far to get to that hostelery. Should indeed be of the finest quality. Couldn't sample it though, as I was driving.
This was my first gig in a Dublin pub in almost 30 years of playing music. Ok I did play gigs in the capital back in the early 80's. The band wa s called Adored by Millions, and the drummer was Arthur Matthews, who later went on to bigger and better things by co writing the classic TV comedy series, Fr Ted. At that time it was orignal songs we did, and club venues that we played in.
So Saturday night was my first time playing in a Dublin pub, doing the popular covers that I now feature in my set.
I wasn't overwhelmed or nervous about playing in the city. In the past 10 years, I've played in Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Munich, Dortmund, Hamburg, Stockholm and countless other towns and cities across Germany, Holland, Belguim and Swedan.
Saturdays nights gig went well for me. The crowd liked my music and went home quite a happy bunny. It's the most pleasing experince. when a gig really gels and it happens.
Got another one lined up in Dublin on next Saturday, August 4th. Looking foreward to that one and again to bring quality to the capital city of Ireland.
We just had a simple little party at home in the evening, along with Margaret who popped down the lane for tea and cake.
We put a candle with the figure of 2 on it, ignited the thing and Emily on cue,manged to blow it out on the second attempt.
At 2 brithdays don't register with the child, but of coarse they are aware that something is going on. Next year at 3 she'll be more aware, and indeed will be able to indicate what she would like a s a present.
I also had a gig in Dublin tonight. It wa s in a pub called Nancy Hands on Parkgate Street. Its just up the road from the Chapelozid Gate of the Phoneix Park, and opposite the Guinness Brewery. So the black stuff dosen't have to travel far to get to that hostelery. Should indeed be of the finest quality. Couldn't sample it though, as I was driving.
This was my first gig in a Dublin pub in almost 30 years of playing music. Ok I did play gigs in the capital back in the early 80's. The band wa s called Adored by Millions, and the drummer was Arthur Matthews, who later went on to bigger and better things by co writing the classic TV comedy series, Fr Ted. At that time it was orignal songs we did, and club venues that we played in.
So Saturday night was my first time playing in a Dublin pub, doing the popular covers that I now feature in my set.
I wasn't overwhelmed or nervous about playing in the city. In the past 10 years, I've played in Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Munich, Dortmund, Hamburg, Stockholm and countless other towns and cities across Germany, Holland, Belguim and Swedan.
Saturdays nights gig went well for me. The crowd liked my music and went home quite a happy bunny. It's the most pleasing experince. when a gig really gels and it happens.
Got another one lined up in Dublin on next Saturday, August 4th. Looking foreward to that one and again to bring quality to the capital city of Ireland.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
The Rolling Stones will play at Slane Castle, Co Meath on Saturady 18th August. I've got my ticket. These days with internet booking and the like, concerts can be sold out in a matter of minuets, or at least within the hour. When I went on line all the 'chaep' €85.00 seats were sold. Luckily some of the more expensive, €136.00 places were still available within the seated, 'posh' enclosure. So I along with the others there will be able to rattle our jewellry while those standing out side the fence will have to make do with, applause, whistles and cat calls.
I first saw The Stones, at this same venue on a glorious sunny day in July 1982
.The Chieftans, and George Thorogood played support on that memorable occosion. Hard indeed it is to imagine that 25 yeras have elapsed since then. At that stage the band had been around for well on 20 years. Even then many critics and perhaps medics deemed the band over the hill and past their best. Perhaps they were beyond their creative best, but it didn't matter as their impressive back catalogue of music would be enough to fuel them into the 21st centuary.
So here they are in 2007, still selling out their concerts, rolling around the globe, doing what comes naturally to them, playing rock n roll and sending the fans home sweating.
There's gigs that come on stream that I consider going to, and then end up staying at home.
For the Stones, it was a case of not having to think, but just get the ticket at any price. No question about not getting inside the grounds of Lord Henry Mountcaharles gaffe at Slane on August 18th . Myself, The Stones and the rest of us only live once and what a time to have lived, and still be living in.
I'll have a report of the gig and maybe some photos, if I can smuggle a camera and a decent long lense inside the grounds shortly after the event.
I first saw The Stones, at this same venue on a glorious sunny day in July 1982
.The Chieftans, and George Thorogood played support on that memorable occosion. Hard indeed it is to imagine that 25 yeras have elapsed since then. At that stage the band had been around for well on 20 years. Even then many critics and perhaps medics deemed the band over the hill and past their best. Perhaps they were beyond their creative best, but it didn't matter as their impressive back catalogue of music would be enough to fuel them into the 21st centuary.
So here they are in 2007, still selling out their concerts, rolling around the globe, doing what comes naturally to them, playing rock n roll and sending the fans home sweating.
There's gigs that come on stream that I consider going to, and then end up staying at home.
For the Stones, it was a case of not having to think, but just get the ticket at any price. No question about not getting inside the grounds of Lord Henry Mountcaharles gaffe at Slane on August 18th . Myself, The Stones and the rest of us only live once and what a time to have lived, and still be living in.
I'll have a report of the gig and maybe some photos, if I can smuggle a camera and a decent long lense inside the grounds shortly after the event.
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